#but i wanna make sure there are no eggs of wisdom i miss

[ofoceansandtombsanew]

i didn't even stay up late but i'm so damn tired. at least today is my short day

[hopeisour4letteredword]

with friends like these

Summary: Apollo gets his wisdom teeth out, and Clay babysits.

Link to AO3 in the notes.

"Apollo, buddy. Buddy. You gotta lie back down."

Apollo blinks owlishly at Clay, swaying in place in the middle of the kitchen. God, Clay would feel better if he at least had the sense to lean against the counter. "But I want coffee."

"No coffee for you," Clay says, forcing himself to be stern despite the dreading anticipation of the way Apollo's expression falls, comically sad. AJ always looks younger than he is, as a big brave twenty-year-old, but the sad little pout while he's out of his mind on painkillers, cheeks swollen from surgery? He looks like he's twelve. Adorable. Clay feels bad for him, he really does—he got his own wisdom teeth out last year and he remembers how much it sucked—but the little baby pout just makes him want to smile. "You'll wind yourself up something good, sunshine."

"It's not that much caffeine," Apollo tries to say, even as he lets Clay catch him by the arm and pull him, stumbling, out of the kitchenette. "An' it would make me feel more awake."

"You don't need to feel more awake, you need to rest."

"But I've got stuff to do," Apollo says, mournfully. Clay manages to wrangle him back over to the couch and nudge him back down onto the cushions. Apollo makes doe eyes up at him while Clay grabs the nearest blanket to wrap around his shoulders. "I gotta work on my readings—"

"It's winter break, you don't have readings."

"But next semester."

"You don't have any advance readings yet. You checked and told me so before the surgery."

"I have to stay ahead," Apollo says. His eyelids droop. "I gotta be good at my classes so I can be a good lawyer."

"You're gonna be a great lawyer. But you aren't a lawyer yet, and you don't have any classes right now, so just take it easy, okay?"

Apollo opens his eyes again to peer back up at Clay. "My mouth hurts."

"I know. Sorry, buddy. Not time for more painkillers yet. You want me to grab you the ice pack again? Get the rest of your shake?"

Apollo nods, still looking glum. Clay dutifully returns to the kitchen to retrieve an ice pack from the freezer, which he wraps in a kitchen towel, and the rest of Apollo's post-surgery chocolate shake out of the fridge. When he gets back out to the living room, Apollo has toppled over to be horizontal on the couch. Clay puts the necessities down on the coffee table and scoops Apollo's legs up onto the couch so he isn't twisted all funny. The last thing the poor thing needs is unnecessary strain making him uncomfortable. He ruffles Apollo's hair. Apollo leans into the touch. Aww.

"Anything else I can grab you?"

"Can you sit with me? I wanna watch you play games."

"Aw, sure. What do you wanna watch?"

"I dunno. Anything's fine."

"Let's play some Odyssey, then. I'll go grab the Switch."

Apollo brightens, just like Clay thought he would. He always did like playing on Clay's Switch when they were kids. Even for Clay, it's hard not to be transported back to sleepovers, hushed giggles as they tried not to tip Clay's dad off that they were staying up late while they played games under the covers, whenever he picks it back up to replay something. He knows the memories are even more precious to Apollo, who spent so much of his adolescence struggling through foster system bullshit.

"Yeah!"

"Okay, sit tight."

When Clay comes back, Apollo has propped himself up enough to try to drink more of his shake. It dribbles out of his mouth.

"Oh, man. You got a little, uh—"

Apollo looks frustrated. "Did I miss again? I still can't feel my lower lip."

"Yeah, no, it's, um—you're fine, just let me—" Clay grabs a tissue off the box on the coffee table and wipes Apollo's face. "There you go."

"Thanks," Apollo says. He smiles, wobbly but true. "You're the best."

"No problem, sunshine," Clay says, smiling. He moves around the room, getting the Switch hooked up to the port so it will show up on the TV, before he lifts Apollo's upper body out of the way so he can slide onto the couch with him. Apollo's head ends up propped on his thigh. He helps Apollo adjust himself so there's no pressure on his cheeks, and he can easily hold the ice packs in place while seeing the screen. "Here we go."

"Let's-a go," Apollo says, in a terrible Mario impression. Clay barks out a laugh and starts the game.

"Goofball."

They don't get very far into the game before Clay is pretty sure Apollo starts to doze beside him. His breathing evens out and his weight goes limp. That's fine. He's warm and cozy, and Clay likes being someone he feels comfortable enough with to sleep around. If this is helping him feel a little better while he's in pain, Clay's satisfied. It's not like it's a hardship to sit here and play video games and be his pillow.

But the fact that he thinks Apollo's mostly asleep does mean Clay almost gets the shit scared out of him when Apollo says, suddenly, "Clay."

"Jesus!" Clay fumbles a jump and Mario goes plummeting to his doom. Oops.

"Yes, hello, hi. I thought you were napping, buddy. What's up?"

"You know you're my best friend, right?"

"Yeah? Of course."

"You know?" Apollo rolls so he's mostly on his back, looking up at Clay with big, sad doe eyes again. Clay stares back down at him, befuddled. Of course he knows. "Cause I—I know I'm kinda bitchy sometimes—"

"Aw, Apollo—"

"An' I can't help you with your smart science stuff a lot—"

"That's not—"

"An' I get really anxious and you have to babysit me sometimes an' I yell at you for it—"

"Apollo—"

"But you're really important to me and it would suck if you didn't know just 'cause I'm stupid."

"You aren't stupid," Clay says. He ruffles Apollo's hair again. Apollo's eyes slide closed, lips tugging back into the miserable little pout. "I know I'm your best friend. You're plenty nice to me. Just 'cause you're a little prickly when you're stressed doesn't mean you don't make it obvious that you care about people."

Apollo sniffles. Oh, no. Case in point, though.

"And you don't have to worry about not helping me with science stuff," Clay adds. "I know I'm not that helpful with your law stuff, either. You're way better at helping me review than I am at helping you review."

At least that makes Apollo smile a little. "Jus' easier to read formulas off notecards than legal definitions."

"You can say that again." Clay will take astrophysics over civil law any day. "Besides, you're the best hype-man I could hope for. Who else is gonna get me super pumped to go to space even though it scares the piss out of you?"

"It's so high up," Apollo whines, making Clay cackle. He never thinks about fear of heights as an issue with spaceflight until Apollo mentions it. "An' there's the whole vacuum and no air and you're just going in a tin can—"

"Don't talk about my girl Hattie like that, she's perfect."

"An' even Mr. Starbuck is nervous about it."

"And you help Sol get psyched for it too," Clay says. He pats Apollo gently on the shoulder. "Which is exactly what I'm talking about."

Apollo sighs.

"I know we're best friends, sunshine," Clay adds, more gently. "Come on. You think I would agree to live with you if I didn't know you liked me? I bet you could pull some real passive-aggressive roommate pranks if you wanted to."

Apollo huffs out a tiny laugh. "Maybe."

"There we go. We're fine, yeah?"

"Yeah."

"Say it with me. We're fine."

"We're fine."

"You're Apollo Justice and you're fine."

"I'm fine!"

"That's my boy." Mario has fallen asleep standing up on-screen. Clay is considering whether or not he should keep playing or encourage Apollo to go take a real nap when Apollo shifts beside him. Clay lifts his arms out of the way on instinct, holding the controller aloft, when Apollo braces himself on shaky arms to turn and crawl the rest of the way over to plop himself down in Clay's lap. "Wh-oa, buddy. Hi there. You want cuddles?"

"Yeah," Apollo mumbles. He drops his head onto Clay's shoulder. Clay carefully shifts his weight and settles down against the back of the couch, letting it take both of their weight. He doesn't think of Apollo as a big guy, because he's not, but geez. A whole adult human does kind of weigh a lot. Good thing Clay's been beefing up for his training. "Are you at the moon yet?"

"Nope. Only at the gardens. It hasn't been that long."

"You're gonna get to the moon someday," Apollo says, with loopy certainty. Clay almost bites down on a grin before he remembers that Apollo can't see him anymore and he can smile as much as he wants, safe from scrutiny. "You're gonna be a kickass astronaut."

"Aw, thanks, bud."

"You're really smart. And good at solving problems."

"Flatterer," Clay says, grin spreading wider. God, he wishes he'd thought to grab his phone and start recording this. Yeah, he does know he's Apollo's best friend and Apollo loves him and all that, but he sure as hell doesn't get this mushy often. It's really cute.

"You deserve it. You're the best friend in the world, Clay," Apollo declares, and promptly passes out on Clay's shoulder.

---

"Anyway," Clay finishes. He knocks back the rest of his mocha. "That's what AJ was like when he got his wisdom teeth out, so like I said. Don't be too embarrassed about it."

Klavier is laughing so hard he's almost crying, a hand slapped over his mouth to muffle the sound of it. Apollo's in the kitchen right now, cooking the three of them brunch. Hopefully the sizzle of frying eggs and sausage covers the sound of Clay's indiscretions out in the living room. Clay's dead meat if it doesn't.

"He never mentioned," Klavier manages to get out, when he finally gets himself under control. "How cute."

"It was pretty great," Clay says, fondly. "But please don't tell him I told you about that. I don't want to die before I make it to the moon, and he will actually kill me for realsies."

"Your secret is safe with me." Klavier props his chin on his hand, grinning. "Has he ever gotten quite so affectionate other times?"

"If he's drunk enough, yeah."

"I'll have to keep it in mind, then."

"S'why I told you," Clay says. He considers the sly, affectionate curl of Klavier's smile for a second before he adds, "But don't bully him too hard afterwards, or you will lose drunk Apollo privileges. Only moderate mortification allowed."

"Would he be taking the privileges away or would you?"

Clay lets his own smile go sharper. He likes Klavier just fine, and he doesn't really believe he'd be that mean to Apollo, but... well, Apollo's Clay's best friend, too. He has obligations if Apollo's boyfriend is an asshole to him. "Fuck around and find out."

"Fair enough, Herr Astronaut," Klavier says. There's a clatter of plates in the kitchen as the sizzling dies down.

"Food's ready!" Apollo hollers. Clay casts Klavier a glance; Klavier mimes zipping his lips, winking. They both push away from the table to wander into the kitchen. Apollo bustles around fixing a plate of food, a pile of hashbrowns and sausage and eggs. Klavier creeps up behind him and puts his hands over Apollo's hips. Apollo startles, almost knocking him away. His cheeks go pink.

"What do you think you're doing? Clay's literally right there."

"Don't mind me," Clay says, cheerfully. He loves having ammunition to give Apollo hell over later.

"I think he already has an inkling that we're dating, Liebling," Klavier murmurs. He leans down to kiss the top of Apollo's head. Apollo gently elbows him in the gut, pushing Klavier away as his cheeks go even redder.

"Yeah, and he's already insufferable enough about it without you hanging off me in front of him. Come on, back off."

Klavier obligingly steps back. He and Clay begin to fix their own plates. Hovering nearby, Apollo asks, suspiciously, "What were you two gossiping about out there, anyway?"

"Oh, nothing," Clay says. He smiles sweetly when Apollo narrows his eyes at him. "By the way, AJ?"

"What?"

"You're the best friend in the world."

[achiwantstodraw]

Quotes from Technoblade’s livestream December 21, 2020 (missed the livestream with Tommy but I’ll do that later)

- 8 seconds early, cause I love my fans

- Hold on, I need to make content here

- I can just stab’em

- BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD

- I argued with the insurance company, and nothing worked so I went to eat a cheeseburger

- Still don’t have my glasses, oh well, I’ll just have to walk around with tape on them

- You are trying to tell me, a person who plays minecraft for a living isn’t a Chad ?

- Kinda wanna assassinate Fundy

- Your eggs are mine now

- HEH?

- stop snitching chat

- For the content ! VC for the content!

- HE WAS AN INNOCENT MAN

- He right clicked omg

- I feel like I’m being indoctrinated into a cult

- A N V I L 

- Ponk: I survived! Techno: Incredible...

- Here I am, being jumped

- I’ll just awkwardly walk off

- If I saw Tubbo, I would stab him

- NERD x10

- I’m so stupid 

- Genius streamer Technoblade 

- DENIED 

- Don’t make fun off me 

- Any year now 

- Shut up chat 

- *chat says Tommy stole his books* Tommy wouldn’t steal them, he’s illiterate

- FOR THE PLOT!

- Is that the sellout timer ?

- ONE OF US 

- You want me to socialize with another person? I think not 

- Perhaps...

- I was paid money to make fun of your name

- Heh?

- That’s what you can do when you have 43 crafting tables, just leave’em

- The only efficiency I need is time

- I just went 20 seconds without the chat’s wisdom, better check on them

- Complaining works. Complain louder chat 

- Tubbo is gone! *respawns* Oh no he’s back

- The Karen mining technic 

- Technoblade lover host ? Not gonna lie that’s the worst idea ever

- Relax chat, relaaaaax 

- Oh no, I sure hope that a vast sum of people DON’T give me their money

- Chat! You liars 

- Pay no attention to the guy who just walked by

- *Dream tries to talk* 

 Techno: Anonymous fan thanks for the 50! Oh continue Dream.

 *Dream tries again* 

 Techno: Tyko welcome to the chat! Oh sorry Dream. 

 Dream: its oka- 

 Techno: Thank you for the 20!

 Dream: OMG!!!!!

 Techno: AHAHAHAHAHA 

- I’m a business man Dream

- Dream stay! We need the subscribers

- Dream: Therapy but spelt wrong. This isn’t you!

 Techno: It’s a hard word!

 Dream: YOU’RE AN ENGLISH MAJOR!

- DREAM IS HOMELESS AHAHAH

- We bullied him to much

- Don’t laugh chat, let’s respect him

[ohprettyweeper]

After You’re Gone

Moved from my previous fic blog.

Summary: Moving on is never as easy as they say it is. Pairing: Tyler x Reader Word Count: 1240 Warnings: Angst. The sad kind. I’ll put other ones in the tags because I don’t wanna spoil the fic. Song Inspo: You Were Meant for Me - Jewel; I was singing this song in the shower and boom fic idea. Doesn’t go exactly with the song – anyway. Enjoy the sadness. 

At six o’ clock on the dot, your alarm buzzed on the nightstand. You slapped it off, but didn’t bother with the snooze button. You had been awake off and on for the last few hours trying to get comfortable anyway, and the doctor had recommended a regular routine to get you out of the depths to which you had sunk over the last few months. That meant getting up at the same time, having the same thing for breakfast, taking the same route to and from work — all of it. Your routine would change soon enough, but while you had control over your agenda, you would manage as best you could.

The dishes from your usual pancakes and eggs rinsed off easily enough. From there it was on to brushing your teeth, wiping down the mirror and the sink, then making the short walk to work. The weather was dreary but warm, so you didn’t mind. With your keys safely in your purse and the door to your new place locked behind you, you took the steps one at a time and took a left on the sidewalk.

“Hey, Y/N. How’s it today?” your mother asked when you called her.

“Same as every day since Tyler’s been gone,” you replied flatly, nodding a thank-you to the lady at the coffee cart. “You sound out of breath, what are you doing?”

“Taking a walk. Figure I should get out more. You should too, you know. I know you went out with your brother the other day. It’s not the end, sweetheart. It’s an ending, and a new beginning.”

You licked your lips; she was going to go on one of her positive lifestyle rants soon and you weren’t in the mood. “Hey, work’s calling on the other line. I’ll check in with you tonight.”

She didn’t like it, you could tell her tone when she said goodbye. You shook your head and stuffed your phone in your bag. It had been three months, and that wasn’t really that long. Not after something like you and Tyler had came to an end the way it did.

A few blocks from the office, rain started to pour from the cloudy sky.

“Perfect,” you muttered out loud. With a groan of frustration, you pulled your hood up over your head and dropped the coffee into the nearest bin. You shouldn’t be drinking it anyway, and it would only spill during your jog to work.

“You’re soaking!” Ashley exclaimed as soon as you arrived at your cubicle. She helped you out of your jacket, though you assured her you were fine. “You should have hailed a cab.”

“It was a few blocks. What’s the point?” you shrugged. “Is the new issue out?”

Ashley nodded. “They’re already loving your article, Y/N.”

You swallowed hard. “Good. That’s good. It’s good for the magazine.”

“Editor picked some great photos from the ones you picked out. You should check it out, when you get home.”

The newest issue of Rolling Stone slapped onto your desk. You quickly shoved it into your bag; you didn’t want to see it. Didn’t want to see his picture and read the words you had written about him and Josh and being part of their lives. That wasn’t reality anymore.

“Are you getting out at all?” Ashley asked quietly.

“Saw a movie the other night, with my brother. It was a comedy, but it just wasn’t — nothing’s funny right now. I’m sure it will be at some point but right now, it’s just not. I’m too sad. Almost made me miss him more. We laughed together all the time.” A smile snuck to your lips as you thought back to all the jokes and pranks and laughs for stupid reasons you had shared with Tyler. As stealthy as the memories were, the smile wasn’t strong enough to exercise facial muscles you had only forced your body to use since he had been gone.

Ashley went back to her work then, for which you were honestly grateful. Nothing anyone could say was enough or helpful anymore. You just had to work through this on your own.

You stayed through the whole work day, forcing those fake smiles and making small talk with co-workers who didn’t know you as well as Ashley and would still try to give you small tidbits of quasi-wisdom. It all sounded like bullshit that should be embroidered on a pillow or printed on t-shirts; you hated every bit of it. It wasn’t in you, however, to be rude, so you simply thanked them for their kindness and moved on.

After a light supper, you decided you would just spend the rest of the evening in bed. You brushed your teeth, put the toothpaste and toothbrush away, then decided to leave the bathroom light on, cracking the door slightly so that light still illuminated the bedroom. That with the television on in the background should help you sleep.

Since getting through the day took most of your energy and you needed a good release anyway, you pulled the new Rolling Stone issue from your bag. You settled under the comforter and against the pillows, pulling an extra one behind your back for more support.

Inside: Y/N Joseph Pays Tribute to Twenty One Pilots

You already knew the page number, so you flipped there quickly. There it was, your article recounting how you had met Tyler and Josh at a party for the magazine, quickly connected with Tyler and been married just under two years later, all the while forming a friendship with Josh that was just as strong as the one he had with Tyler. Just ahead of your article, in italics, was a foreword from the magazine. As if anyone needed a reminder or explanation for the event that had prompted your article.

In January of 2019, Tyler Joseph and Josh Dun were returning from the European leg of their tour when the plane carrying the two-man band and crew crashed in the mid-Atlantic. There were no survivors.

Instead of wiping your tears — because what was the point — you let them fall freely as you read over the final version of your article. In the interest of your own mental health and progress through the first stages of the grieving process, you had allowed your editor and Ashley to handle the final layout. They only needed a few pictures, but you couldn’t narrow it down, so they did — and they had chosen perfectly.

After you finished reading the article, you dropped the magazine on what should have been Tyler’s side of the bed. You let your head fall back so that you were staring at the ceiling, and rubbed your belly. In a couple more months, the bittersweet arrival of your first and only child with Tyler would no doubt bring you equal amounts of happiness and sadness, experiencing it all without him. Remembering that you would always have this child to remind you of the love you and Tyler had shared in those few, short years, was the one thing that kept you going anymore.

With that thought in mind, you closed your eyes and silently thanked your husband for leaving you with a small piece of him to get you through the darkest days on you would spend alone, then closed your eyes and attempted a much needed sleep.

[fictropes]

oh boy i sure did write many words in 2020

Hi! I am copying people due to i want to.  This is a lil (well... 63) round up of all the fics I wrote this year! Cos i’m very evil @ myself and writing fic and think i’m either not doing enough, or not doing it good enough, so i wanna full list of what I actually did so I can see my own accomplishments and can maybe... clap 4 myself for once. And honestly writing has helped MASSIVELY with my depression so.. that’s a bonus. 

ALSO. this is a big huge thankyou to everyone! I only joined here + started writing in august and you’ve all been so so nice and welcoming and supportive  <333 ;_; and I know they say write for yourself... but honestly peoples comments and excitement about my stuff has just been really, really lovely and I would never have written this much without all of you cheering me on<3. 

so here is a list of everything i’ve written, organised by length and everything, so if you find yourself bored over the holidays... have a lil browse. (Sorry if u are on mobile and this doesn’t show as a read more) 

Chaptered:

Can we try again? series (M) Complete - 35k  - “Yeah, Phil. I’ll see you tomorrow.” Dan answers, softer than he’d wanted because he already knows what he’s about to do next.(or Dan doesn't turn up in 2009 and bumps into Phil 11 years later at a youtube convention 2. I like cupcakes, especially the gay variety (M) Complete - 30k - Firstly, Dan was 29. How was that a mature student?Secondly, his actual book was on the university fucking syllabus.(or the one in which Dan tries university again in a desperate attempt to prolong his procrastination, and his lecturer Phil is apparently something of a fan) 3. 7 Letters series (M) Complete - 9k - Your penpal can be the person you live with, actually. 4. There's Beans in Here (T) Complete - 2k - Phil has his wisdom teeth removed; Phil says many questionable things. 5. Roadtrip (E) Complete - 8k - “Exactly. I am right, as always.”“As always.” Dan agrees.Series 6. night shift, please (E) Wip - 27k I PROMISE THIS WILL COME BACK IN 2021 - Ten years and he’ll never get over how early he has to get up sometimes. In all honesty he prefers the night shift. 7. Still Not Calling it Fate (M) Wip - 14k - It’s become a bit of a thing, a bit of a thing that everyone he crosses paths with takes the piss out of him for 8. when i met you, a blue rush began (M) Complete - 5k - They end up in a small restaurant overlooking the sea, everything here is so blue. The sky, the sea, Phil’s eyes, the shirt he’s wearing buttoned up all the way to the top. 9. Luggage Tags (E) Complete - 2.5k - Just because it looks like your suitcase, it doesn't necessarily mean that it is. 10. Demon in the sack (E) Complete - 2.5k - Dan’s leg jiggles beneath his desk, knee hitting the table as he tries to force himself to hang up and ring the number he was supposed to ring— he doesn’t, he can’t. Long ( for me) oneshots (3k+) 11. Electronics and the Phil's who break them (M) Complete - 9k - The first time’s an accident, a proper accident— a Phil forgot how to hold his cup and now he’s watching his coffee seep into his keyboard type accident. 12. A Letter of Specifics (T) Complete - 4k - You'll know it's your soulmate because no one else on earth could be doing what they're doing. 13. The Benefits of A Weak Floor (M) Complete - 4k - He quite literally falls through Dan’s ceiling. 14. 10:35 on a Thursday (E) Complete -  3.7k - He’s tapping his pen against the paper, acting as though he isn’t asking Phil to take a sex quiz at 10:35am on a Thursday morning. 15. 2009, catboys (T) Complete - 3.2k - “You have your own ears, can’t have four.”“Why?” 16. Wrong Room (T) Complete - 3k - “Congratulations!’’ And he was expecting to hear a cry, or at least his mother telling him to be quiet because a certain baby was sleeping. Instead he heard the deep clear of a throat, a rustling of sheets. 2k-3k oneshots 17. Dinner with a stranger (T) Complete - 2.5k - @amazingphl hi! second year of doing this, sooo if anyone has nowhere to go for Christmas dinner I am once again offering..my flat (and by extension me) ;oSeries 18. Easy Lover (M) Complete - 2.4k - ''Yeah. We're always fine.'' It was always fine. It was always easy, despite always behind hard. 19. Cold Season (M) Complete - 2k - Dan is ill, insatiable and another word beginning with I. 1k-2k oneshots 20. Morose men on rooftops (T) Complete - 1.9k - “Dunno, maybe chatting up morose men on roofs is my thing.” He laughs, and it’s a nice noise. 21. Love with tongues of fire (T) Complete - 1.7k - So when Dan waltzed into the room, declaring his hunger Phil thought nothing of it. Just another night for another takeaway. 22. Your Rocks are my Rocks (T) Complete - 1.7k - Phil wants a new rock for Norman, Dan wants a peaceful life. 23. Joint Content (M) Complete - 1.6k - It started of a as a joke— a Joint Content joke. 24. 24/7 Fantasies (M) Complete - 1.5k - He thinks about Dan 24/7, constantly in two separate fantasies 25. A Conversation in Multiple Hallways (T) Complete - 1.5k - You're still here then? 26. Sharing Space (T) Complete - 1.5k - It's 2010 and dan has had a day. 27. The Obvious (T) Complete - 1.5k - "Can I use that?” He doesn’t wait for an answer, already scrawling it beneath the only three words he currently has— I love you. 28. I'm Thinking of Ending Things (T) Complete - 1.5k - Dan hears half a conversation, jumps to one whole conclusion. 29. Love Language of the Tactile (T) Complete - 1.4k - “I’m just— that’s a hypothetical.” Dan leans in this time, takes the touches that Phil always so freely gives away. “Can’t kiss in secret rooms if I leave.” 30. Don't Let the Self-Doubt Ruin You (T) Complete - 1.3k - “I’m here.” “Yeah, you’re here.” 31. Conflict Resolution (T) Complete - 1.3k - Following recent events we’ve decided it best we take a combative approach to your current workplace issues, we have booked you into a conflict resolution class this Thursday afternoon - we will not be paying you to attend. 32. when it comes to love (i want a slow hand) (E) Complete - 1.2k - And there it is, the refusal of anything in return. This is just for Dan and it always will be. 33. You're Still The one (T) Complete - 1.1k - “What’re you thinking about?” “You.” 34. Teach Me, Dad. (T) Complete - 1k - "Do you think I could be the next Mozart?” 35. The Logistics of a Clone (M) Complete - 1k - “I don’t think that’s a clone, though, like maybe more of a Doppelgänger.” Dan doesn’t know why they’re delving so deep into this, why he’s so damn bothered about being right. “It’s just literally you.” 36. All's fair in Love and Monopoly (T) Complete - 1k - Phil does not play by the rules, Dan lets him win anyway. Under 1k oneshots 37. Hide out in your heart (E)  Complete - 0.9k - The second time Dan comes to visit it’s different. 38. Oh, there you are. (G) Complete - 0.9k - So after all this, after everything, he doesn’t think anything of it when someone else slips into his dms. 39. The Boy has Attitude (T) Complete - 0.9k - “You didn’t tell me you looked like this.”“Like what?”“This!” Phil’s waving a physical copy of the magazine in his face— so that’s where he’d been. 40. Hairties (and how not to use them) (M) Complete - 0.8k - “Why would you do that? Let us settle in, nice and slow and— gently does it.” 41. The Second Apartment. (T) Complete - 0.8k - It’s a stop-gap apartment, a we’re going to get our forever home after this. 42. Japan, 2019. (G) Complete - 0.8k - NO summary, just an obviously I was going to write this after phil's post 43. Doting Man (T) Complete - 0.7k - They’re both drunk, Phil more so— definitely more so.Series 44.  Imposter (T) Complete - 0.7k - Among us is.. a bastard. 45. Ratemyprofessors.com (M) Complete - 0.7k - ‘Maybe if that Phil bloke from the English dep he’s always staring at fucked him he’d stop being so uptight’ 46. Failed Attempts (T) Complete - 0.7k - Dan enlists the help of Phil for his latest Instagram. 47. Bonus Prize (M) Complete - 0.7k - Phil Trash Number One 48. Feels like home (G) Complete - 0.7k - Home is where the Phil is. 49. We can make Forever work (T) Complete - 0.7k - It’s a moment of realising forever may sound too much to people, but we’ll get through everything together— we don’t have any other choice. 50. Scene in the Kitchen (T) Complete - 0.7k - New place 51. 4'11 (T) Complete - 0.6k - Dan is baby 52. Pillow Imprints (T) Complete - 0.6k - Dan is a menace, and Phil loves him anyway. 53. Parachute Jacket (T) Complete - 0.5k - Dan thinks Phil is obsessed with them Those few times I thougt I was goddamn Ri**ard S*ken 54. Home (G) Complete - 0.7k - It’s their forever home, because their actual forever lives inside of it. 55. secrets spoken in empty rooms (T) Complete - 1k - So he wants to be the same, but he wants Dan more. 56. Separately Together  (T) Complete - 0.9k - Phil’s soft hands and even softer words. It gets harder to leave. Gets to the point where Dan turns off an alarm just so he misses the train. 57. It's not hard to fall (T) Complete - 0.7k - Still a little bit of your words I long to hear Some more Epistolary (apart from 7 letters)  58. A Play in One Act (T) Complete - 1.1k - [Manchester Piccadilly train-station, midday, October 19th, 2009.] 59. R/AITA (T) Complete - 0.8k - AM I THE ASSHOLE FOR MAKING MY BOYFRIEND BE A WORM?Series 60. Lonely Hearts (T) Complete - 1.8k - I will not say you were crying on the tube (out of politeness) 61. Conversations of the Lazy Kind (T) Complete - 1k - eggs? wot? Smells like eggs

[onlyhereforangst]

2020 IN WRITING

tagged by @indestinatus 💕

tagging whoever wants to go thru this journey with me & see their accomplishments in this terrible terrible year!

1. List of works published this year:

Oh god there’s a lot, like 70 total in just 2020. I’ll try to categorize them so this doesn’t get too long 😅but here’s a cut for aesthetic on your dash.

Sequels/Partner Fics: Risk It All (for @hellokaelyn), Finally Home (to Come Back), They Always Do & Could She?, Lucky Day & Completely Yours, Fiery Trance (Two Can Play series), Obsessed (Particular Taste), Soul (to Ignited)

Smut: My Turn (sequel to My Pleasure), Worth It, Maybe We Should, Make it a Double (also a fic request), Shall We (AU)

Fic Requests: Coffee Run, Hold Still, Typical, Deal, Needed It, I’m Home, For Science, Cry Me A River, From Your Dreams (AU), Crystal Clear, Tempt Me, Your Fault, Prove It, Silent Proclamation, A Hundred Suns (angst smut), Duly Noted

Stand Alones: No More, Never Let Her Go, Life is Fragile, Pandemics & Peach Drinks, To Need and Be Needed, Never Let Go, Coming Home, Priceless, Behind The Mask, Need a Hand?

Angst: My Daisy, Status Quo, Can I Stay, I Refuse, Deal

Series/Multi-chaptered: Back Off (Better Apart, Missed The Mark, Change Her Mind, But You Do, Layered Love), Electrified (Don’t Stop (Senorita)), Here By Faith, Forgive & Forget, Angstober ‘20 (Never Has & Never Will, Only In My Head, Long, Long Gone, Do Something, Take Care, Waiting to Burn, Survive the Hell, Find Her, Never Ended Well, At All Costs, One Thing Right, Stay Away, Echoed Back, Smart Man, Not Interested, Flake Again, Release, Slipping Away)

2. Work you are most proud of (and why):

Here By Faith mainly because of the topic. Pregnancy & Infant loss has been such a taboo topic for so long and something I have personal experience with so writing this was very therapeutic. 

3. Work you are least proud of (and why):

Shall We and only because I truly wanted way more plot in this and it turned out to be essentially just straight smut with a tiny bit of plot. But it is what it is 🤷🏻‍♀️

4. A favorite excerpt of your writing:

Ok I had 70 fics to choose from not breaking down chapters so I’m sure I’m missing something, BUT I do love - omg typing this out I realized it’s from a fic in 2019 so I can’t use iiiiiit 😩 ok so here’s a couple excerpts. I loved typing out this stream of conscious partner fics (They Always Do & Could She?):

They Always Do:

Yet this time, this time she didn’t have the chance to rebuild. Like a Trojan horse, he waltzed right up to her and slowly dismantled her defense. Joke by joke, smirk by smirk—Nick took each brick down with care. The worst part? It was so subtle, so thoughtfully done, she didn’t even notice it was happening. Didn’t see her chest being pried open, beating heart on display for him to see, and take. Never realized her greatest defenses were missing until it was too late.

That love- precious, fragile, delicate love- had managed to grow again. In her desolate, cold heart, Nick managed to bring to life an emotion she had long given up on. An emotion she was too afraid to ever feel again. Because with it came agony.

They leave, and you’re abandoned- picking up the pieces of a shattered heart.

When you love, you lose. Always.

Could She?:

But-

Even if that was love, even if he loved Ellie with his whole heart, his entire being. Was that enough? Was Nick enough? Was he deserving?

A resounding no clanged around his skull like a church bell in a Southern town on Sunday morning. He wanted to silence it, stop the shrill metal sound that started any time he pictured forever. Any time he truly thought he might deserve to love, even after all he’d done. After all the unimaginable things he’d done, the horrors he’d seen, the pain he’d caused. That bell sounded, loud and clear.

How did he deserve love when he couldn’t bear to love himself?

[...]

Could she love him despite all his misgivings? Could she love him even when he didn’t love himself? Could she love him when there was a risk he’d be taken from her too soon?

Could she?

Please love me.

But please be sure.

There’s been a couple of other inner monologues that I have absolutely loved (I like to think it’s semi my speciality? But maybe that’s super arrogant of myself?) but that’s a different post for another time.

5. Share or describe a favorite review you received:

I said it recently but I *love* when people pick out specific line(s) from my fic and choose to comment on those. More often than not it’s a line I was so proud of either prose-wise or foreshadowing-wise or whatever and I get literally giddy with excitement that someone not only noticed it but also loved it enough to comment on it 🥰but truly any kind of comment is dopamine-inducing 😉

6. A time when writing was really, really hard:

As some people may have noticed (& maybe not because I did still semi-run the other main ellick blog despite it) I was somewhat absent for most of the summer/fall. I struggled for the first time in my life with mental health issues, borderline depression after being in a shit work environment, an essential worker with a company that claimed to “care” about us, a community that I once loved but showed their true colors in the midst of the pandemic & election, add in a rough pregnancy & it was a recipe for disaster. I didn’t want to even move from the couch most days let alone write. 

7. A scene or character you wrote that surprised you:

I had a lot of fun writing short excerpts from different characters’ perspectives (Jimmy, Kasie, McGee & Gibbs) in my Angstober series & honestly wouldn’t mind doing that again!

8. How did you grow as a writer this year:

Honestly not sure, I think I’ve just generally grown as a writer - better descriptions & descriptors, better dialogue, better plots. But that could all be me seeing things 😂

9. How do you hope to grow next year:

I’d love to look into writing more seriously. My husband is convinced I could write an episode script or a novel, so I may look into trying my hand at that (even though I feel I’d be god-awful at it 😅)

10. Who was your greatest positive influence this year as a writer (could be another writer or beta or cheerleader or muse etc etc):

Hmmmm I always appreciate the support I’ve gotten from the ellick fandom despite it being rough this year for us, wonderful people like @erinchristmaselvis, @thekeyboardninja, @hellokaelyn & @wanna-be-bold are always there to either hear me vent or cheer me on ☺️

11. Anything from your real life show up in your writing this year:

Haaaaah yes. Lots of it (but I bet you can’t tell because I only add mini snippets so have fun finding those easter eggs 😏)

12. Any new wisdom you can share with other writers:

Always, always, always write for YOU. Not for anyone else, the kudos, hits, comments, none of it. Write for YOU. And I say this as a reminder to myself as well, it’s so hard to get bogged down in that dopamine-induced craze we search for in recognition but it’s so important to not externally validate yourself rather internally validate yourself on baby steps of growth & accomplishment. 

13. Any projects you’re looking forward to starting (or finishing) in the new year:

LOL how about all my WIPs? All of those stories I started forever ago that people call me out on not finishing months later when I swear they’ve forgotten about them 😬

14. If you could recommend only one work from yourself published this year:

Hmmmm lemme pick one from each category because I’m indecisive 😉

Sequel/Partner Fics: Lucky Day & Completely Yours (the aaaaangst)

Smut: a tie between Maybe We Should & Make it a Double

Fic Request: A Hundred Suns (because I love me some angst smut)

Stand Alones: Pandemics & Peach Drinks (hahahaha because this was in an Insider news article at the start of the pandemic hahaha so on brand #2020)

Angst: My Daisy (I looooooove this one, but also all of the angst category lol)

Series/Multi-chaptered: literally not one of these is finished and they’re all heavy angst so take your pick 😂

15. Year word count: 103,050 in 2020 which seems like so little 😅

Here’s to 2021 being the year I finish WIPs! she says knowing she’s lying

[whumpywhumper]

New York--Part 2

Tagging: @castielamigos-whump-side-blog @rosesareviolentlyread @oceanthesarcasamfox @insanitywishes @imagination1reality0 @voidwhump @captivity-whump @walkingchemicalfire 

As always, @0idril0 was indispensable to this series and the fact she’s allowed me to use Clint makes me so grateful, go check out her Nico Series

Please see the: Masterpost and New York--Part 1

TW: Mentions of possible character death. This is some angsty, schmoopy, worldbuilding. 

V***V

Clint growled, head spiraling after looking at the evidentiary photographs for hours. An itch had started under his skin about an hour ago, making him antsy and grumpy. 

He flicked the photograph of one of the “cattle cells”, one of the female Elder’s, onto the table with a disgusted snarl. “What the fuck have you pulled me into, Holland?” 

The older man groaned, throwing a photo onto the table himself before pinching the bridge of his nose. “I was hoping that you could tell me that, Clint. We know it’s a nest, but only Christ knows what else they’re doing. How big they actually are. They’re organized, they’re doing something else.” He sighed, leaning back in his chair.  “Caught wind of them about six months ago, about the time I heard you were in Chicago, but we didn’t get a solid lead until recently.” Their eyes met across the table, and Clint saw the fountain of wisdom in them that had made him trust him for years. “I’ve got a gut feeling, it’s why I wanted you here.” 

He tugged at a fist full of hair, trying to stretch out his back. The conference room was quiet other than the footsteps of the nurses back and forth to their station. Kincaid had fallen asleep on the table, one hand still holding a pen as he’d taken copious notes in everything in the photos. 

Ben was laying on the ground, feet propped up in his chair, a sheaf of papers on his chest. His glasses were askew and an occasional grunting snore filling the air. Delta, Justin, and Daniel had all left a few hours previous; Delta parting with one last glare that had made the remaining cops snicker. 

He shook his head, looking at all of the photos they’d gone through. “I need more info,” he sighed, “hands on info. This isn’t working for me. I want to talk to some of the people inside. Anyone stand out as being someone who would talk?“ 

“Not right off the bat, no. Definitely not the vamps themselves. The humans on the inside, the ‘neolates’ as they call them, are pretty dedicated, and quite a few scattered to the wind when we raided. Most of the vics were out of the loop, either drugged or magicked to hell.”  

“Most?” 

“There were a few that were kept pretty strong so that the fledglings and juveniles could practice their-“ he wiggled his fingers, “-mind stuff.” 

Clint smirked, “they call it glamour.” 

“Whatever-” Holland waved away the correction, “-there were others that were kept for the vamps to have fun with. Point is, there’s a few that could tell us what was going on, and there’s a few that we’re still waiting on to get back in their right mind or waking up. If they’re going to wake up.” He sighed, exhausted. “I’m not sure any of them will be of any help, really.” 

“How many do you have here?” 

“All of the vics were originally stationed here, but the majority have been cleared to go home, or to some of the shelters and long term care facilities for rehab. We just don’t have the resources to keep them.” He started counting on his fingers, looking pensive. “I have the statements that we got from them before we released them—there was a veritable shitstorm of uniforms and detectives up here interviewing—and I have contact information for all of them if you want to interview ‘em.” He shook his head, pursing his lips. “I don’t think that that would be the best use of your time, there’s too many of them, and they don’t know much.” 

Holland stretched, pulling a file toward himself and looking at a list.  “I think there’s about thirty that are here in their longer stay wards, a few of those are being weaned off of some heavy narcotics so their testimony isn’t as reliable as I want right now, and we have one under ICU care, but he’s being kept on the same floor for ease of access and security—it’s actually this floor. He’s why Blue Nightmare out there is being such a bitch, she wants him up on the other floor.” Rolling his eyes, he smirked, a fond edge to his lips. “I’ve tried to tell her that it’s for his protection, we have units stashed all over, but she’s still worried. It also irritates her to no end that we’ve messed up her nurses rotations and shifts, but Olivia is a good egg. One of the best.”  He tossed the file to Clint, but it was a gibberish list of names, initials, and medical stats. “There’s a couple of bodies down in the morgue here, and a few at the coroner’s office, if you want to take a look at them. There was an incinerator on site, we think that’s where the majority of their bodies went.” 

Sighing, Clint closed the file and rubbed at his eyes. “Were there any nest members that were injured in the raid?” 

“A few, I’ve already interviewed them, they’re not going to give much I don’t think. They were their front line. You might have more luck—especially if I’m not there.” Clint smiled to himself, Holland wasn’t ever one to stand on police procedure when it came to sups, but he was never unfair about it. “Uhh, there’s one that might be more helpful, I didn’t even think about him since he’s practically on death’s door anyway.” He pulled another file out of a stack, almost toppling it onto Kincaid. “His name is Joseph, he was apparently getting some kind of cure for working for the vamps, but now the docs say he’s got two weeks, at best. Pancreatic cancer.” 

Clint hummed as he took the proffered file, flipping it open to look at the picture. A young African-American man looked up at him from a mug shot, dark eyes pained and hollow. He couldn’t have been more than twenty three, already dying, faced with an impossible decision. Fuck. How many other nest mates were in the same position?

“You’ve got a lot of pictures here of the nesting areas and containment cells. Where was the nest located?” 

“It’s a renovated factory at the edge of the city, they’d expanded it and turned it into a compound. Rumor had it that there was a small clinic that was run out of it for supernaturals of all types. We’re not sure how their greater operation was evading scrutiny, but this nest runs deep. I think it’s one of their main strongholds though, and Justin can take you tomorrow.” 

Sighing, Clint looked back over the mounds of photographs. “Holland. . . This is a big operation, it’s gonna to take a lot of time.” He shook his head, biting at his lip. “I wanna help, and I can give you a few days, but I have something I’m already in the middle of investigating. It’s important.” 

“I heard through the grape vine, a friend of yours went missing in Massachusetts a few months back?” Holland interlaced his fingers, deliberately putting his elbows on the table and looking at him with a compassion that Clint wanted to reject. He knew what he thought, and he wasn’t ready to accept it. “You still haven’t found him?” 

He grunted a negative, avoiding the other man’s eyes. “Leads went cold, was actually hoping some of my connections here might have heard something.” 

“How long has he been gone?” 

“Five months.” 

“Clint,” Holland paused, a gusty sigh through his nose before his hand rasped against his gray stubble, “Massachusetts is four hours from here, and they’re both densely populated. There’s little likelihood that anyone would have heard something, or remember something from five months ago, no matter how small the supernatural community is.” They both paused, a sinking, palpable tension filling the room. “Clint, son, look at me,” he said softly. 

His eyes burned, and he knew when he met Holland’s steadfast gaze that they were red with unshed tears. “I don’t wanna hear it, Holland,” he whispered, a hot coal in his throat. 

The other man nodded at him, a small frown on his face as he climbed to his feet stiffly, closing the distance between them. Clint didn’t move from his seated position, looking up at his friend as he put a strong hand on his shoulder. Gripping him tightly. 

Holland held his gaze, words unstoppable. “I know you don’t wanna hear it, son, but it’s not gonna change anything to sugar coat it. To avoid the reality. You’ve been doing this for long enough, you know the statistics.” He squeezed Clint’s shoulder, bracing him. “You know what I’m going to say, and I don’t have to spell it out for you. I’m not going to bullshit you like I would some civvy; you wouldn’t appreciate it, and I’ve never been very good at it.” 

He sighed heavily, giving Clint time to scramble madly for control of himself. “You need to accept that your friend is probably gone, Clint,” he said softly, “and probably has been for a while.” 

Clint shuddered, biting his tongue as his wolf howled inside of him, wanting to join in with that disconsolate sound. A few rogue tears spilled onto his cheeks. “Fuck,” he hissed between his teeth, squeezing his eyes shut as he bowed his head. He knew that. He knew it, he just didn’t want to accept it. 

Holland’s thick hand rubbed at his back, short rough strokes, before he continued. “The supernatural community is dangerous, Clint, and you all live on the fringe of death every day—you know that even better than I do. It’s why I need your help.” 

He gestured to Ben and Kincaid, encompassing the make shift command station, the ambiguous motion somehow including their futility. “As much as this is our livelihood, we’re still just laymen when it comes to the supernatural community, to the intricacies of how magic works and how you operate.” He sighed, showing every inch of his sympathy in the gaze he locked onto Clint. 

“Please, son, help me stop this from happening to other people, while we still can.” 

Swallowing thickly, Clint coughed on a sob, rubbing at the back of his neck. “I hate when you’re right,” he choked out, sniffling. 

“I hate when I’m right too,” Holland answered sadly, leaving is hand on Clint’s shoulder in support. 

It took several long minutes for Clint to get ahold of himself, and he felt exhausted as he raised his head. The heels of his hands dug into this eyes, trying to clear away the tears. Holland backed off, returning to his chair at the head of the table. 

He sighed, looking around at the other officers, trying to push his hair back. “I’m exhausted, you’re exhausted, and these two are definitely exhausted. When was the last time they slept in a bed?” 

Holland huffed, exasperated. “I couldn’t get them to leave after the raid for longer than it took to shower and grab more clothes. That was about 72 hours ago, I don’t know that they’ve left this room unless they told each other to shower and eat. Kincaid is taking this personally, and Ben is always along for the ride.” 

Clint raised an eyebrow, staring at him sideways. “They together?” 

“Going on eight years, partners before that, and don’t you look at me like that either,” he said, pointing a finger at him. “They’re the best damn tactical team I’ve come across, I’d be downright stupid to try and split them up. 

Raising his hands in surrender, Clint let the subject go. Supernatural squads didn’t always follow the book, but they couldn’t if they wanted results. “Do the nurses have a rack room they’d consider letting us use?” 

“Yeah, the Chief of the hospital already pulled some of the bunks they have for their on call people into an empty room. It’s cramped, but it’ll do. Help me get ‘em up.” 

Grinning, Clint kicked the chair out from under Ben’s feet and laughed at his snorted yelp as the other man shot up, sheets of paper falling to the floor. 

Holland chuckled, shaking Kincaid awake, “c’mon, Sleeping Beauty, we’ll pick this up after you get a few hours of shut eye.” Kincaid tried to argue, a mumbled complaint that was incomprehensible as he raised his head, bleary eyes blinking owlishly. “Ah-ah! I’ll listen to your objections when you can enunciate.” 

Helping Ben to his feet, his glasses still askew, they followed Holland. The large hospital afforded them a lot of distance between the conference room and the patient rooms, but Holland led them back to toward the nurses station, the empty room apparently near the patients.  

The nurse from before, Olivia, was glaring at a computer like it had personally offended her mother. She looked up at them as they passed, and Clint could smell the worry and stress on her, tell-tale lines marring her makeup. He nodded at her, and saw her face soften a fraction as she looked over Ben and Kincaid. “Get some actual sleep, all of you,” she ordered, “I don’t want to be your nurse; you don’t want me to be your nurse.” The threat was clear, and they all saluted her as they made their way into their designated room. 

One of the doors to a patient’s room opened, and Clint sneezed, making sure to cover his mouth and nose as the scent of sickness, stress, and hurt invaded his nostrils. “Fucking hell,” he groaned, “I hate hospitals.” 

Kincaid shrugged out of the police issued hoodie he was wearing, tossing it at his head. “Here, Copper, take a whiff of that.” 

Clint rolled his eyes at the movie reference. “I’m getting real tired of the bloodhound jokes,” he grumbled, throwing the hoodie over his shoulder. His eyes widened though as the scent of rosemary and magic hit his overstimulated nostrils. Shoving the hoodie against his nose, he took a deep breath and snapped his head over to raise his eyebrows at Kincaid. “Well, that woulda been nice to know!” Clint growled, a little of his shock bleeding over into the words. It wasn’t often a witch took him by surprise. 

Said witch laughed as he turned into a door way after Holland and Ben, who were also chuckling, climbing onto the closest top bunk. “I’m surprised you didn’t get a bead on me earlier, I heard werewolves have super sniffers.” He shrugged sheepishly, “I’m really not strong enough to do anything with the magic, never delved into it, but maybe it’ll help with the hospital smell.” He smiled at his partner from his height as the slightly older man took his glasses off and set them carefully on a counter. “C’mon, slow poke.”

“You’re an over grown child,” Ben grumped, pointing at him in mock outrage. 

“The problem with hospitals,” Clint explained, “is that I can’t smell a whole lot over everything that’s going on. Too many hormones, bodily fluids, and cleaning supplies.” Clint climbed onto the empty bottom bunk, opposite to Holland as the Captain let them bicker, the older man sitting on the already rumpled bunk below Kincaid and kicking off his shoes.

Ben shut off the light before he crawled up next to Kincaid. “Shut up, you two,” he grumbled, thwumping down, pulling the blanket over Kincaid’s face. 

Holland kicked the bottom of their bunk as the furniture gave a slightly ominous creak. “I swear to god, if you two fall on me, you’re both fired.” 

“Sir, yes sir!” They both replied. 

Shaking his head, Clint made himself comfortable under the thin hospital issue sheets, putting Kincaid’s hoodie over the pillow. He felt slightly silly, using the other man’s clothes basically as a gas mask, but anything was better than the thick aroma of bleach on the pillow case. 

Even with the lights off, the busy streetlight peeked through the blinds, illuminating the two men on the top bunk. He sighed, wanting Nico, to hold him close and make sure his Mate was safe. Even if the bond wasn’t formed yet, he wanted him. He wanted to make sure all of his pack was safe, the raw wound that Holland had dealt making an itch to check on Illyn, the other folks down in Louisiana. Gotta ask to borrow a phone tomorrow. 

Sniffing, he held the pillow close, analyzing the undertow of scents. Rosemary. Lime. Garlic. Gunpowder. The tickling scent of magic mixed with them, a memory of a memory wafting across his brain. He could swear that he smelled Markus, not Kincaid, but he sighed, pushing the thought away. 

His talk with Holland was too close, that’s all. Still, he held on to the scent as he fell asleep, a vague comfort against the ache. 

[tearapline]

BTS ' blood sweat & Tears Japanese ver mv ' Colours meanings/Code  theory

No one can ignore the strong Colours shifting through BS&T jap ver MV! & of course it’s not Random (BH Do Everything For A Reason)!There are Already so many Great theories regarding symbolism, So Here I will just Write about colours as the title Sets.

I know it’s too late to write about this, But I didn’t find anyone Do a separated article So Why Not? (I’m a New ‘April019’ ARMY HeHe)

Sorry for the long Intro (•^•) …. LET’S START. READY? SET, GO: (its long, brainstorming & All; so Bring snacks)  

Colours that keep appearing on the mv are Blue, Red, Green, Purple & somehow Yellow. let me explain each one of them shortly & then Clarify How do they together interfere with the symbolism!! (let's assume there two personifications of each member adult persona immature one)

First: BLUE:

Blue represents the Wisdom & stability of being Mature.

Suga & jhope Aura (adulthood)

JHope dancing on a Blue background:

Young jimin looking around feeling unfamiliarity towards adulthood (blue room)

Second: RED:

Red refers to Juvenile joy & pure Passion of youth.

Here is young jimin 

-Young jin Gazing at ‘The crash of the fallen Angels’ painting & His sight is all red (being on pure realm realizing the existence of dark)

The painting actually depicts the rebellious angels dragging Down other angels to Hell.

Young jungkook aura 

Even V :

Jimin dancing on a RED background :

THIRED: PURPLE

Purple is the colour of mystery, symbolizing The unknown complex Feeling of Meeting the devil & Facing maturity Pain! The cruelty of realizing the existence of the Dark realm. Mixing Red (childhood) + Blue (adulthood) → Purple (Between them: Youth)

-J-Hope’s Legend ’ Wings comeback trailer: BOY MEETS EVIL ’ aura portrays it perfectly. Clearly the whole MV is on Purple background:

Jungkook awakes finding purple Blood mark (maturity pain) showing wings (maybe his wings are protruding?)

Jimin eating an Apple (apple symbolizes temptation sin forbidden apple of garden eden)

The scene of Jin suffering  

V dazing, as if he is Drunk?

GREEN:

One of Green colour meanings is ’ Rebirth’. Reminding me of ‘DEMIAN’s Breaking the Egg concept (Demain: a novel by Hermann Hesse the inspiration of Wings album entirely I’m sure you know about this) Green is to Shake Hands with the Devil, to Sin! This colour meaning is the most obvious on the MV & Even clearer on the Original ver (Korean one):

Jimin Here is literally mixing the apple with the juice then it turns into green 

Let’s talk about the most interesting scene (ladies & gentlemen Fasten your Belts!!)

Okay ehm ehm we have a residence on blue light & RM siting so manly on the left side (adulthood) (the residence represents stability)

A Hotel on Red light  & jungkook siting so politely on the Right side (youth) (the motel represents uneasiness of the young)

In the Frame we got a green light as RM is about to offer a liquor to jk (SIN, ruining purity).

(As you see the scene proves my whole theory.)

What happens after jk is forced to drink the liquor?

His surroundings become BLUE & he Looks dazed cause The maturity is hitting him so hard.

Then a yellow light!

(I will explain it further Below)

YELLOW:

yellow = Enlightenment !! the exact moment of noticing the wickedness.

the painting jin looking at is on yellow (the actual painting is colourful) (enlightenment) even the Binocular is Golden LOL

getting back to the very start: jk waking up looking surprised inside a ’ mainly ’ yellow room, even the light above him is yellow!(enlightenment) other colours are green & purple (the pain of realizing the evil is reason he astonished)

On the wall Colours are painted in a way looks as they’re jk’s wings woow!!

-Jhope sits in front of ‘Pietà ’: (a subject in Christian art depicting the virgin Mary cradling the dead body of Jesus) pointing an arrow (if we consider it as pointing to his left symbolizes warding off evil if right protection. both meanings interfere with being on motherhood realm) the lights are purple + yellow

Keep reading if you Don’t wanna miss the real joy! (bring a cup of coffee it’s deepening)

Further Explanation:

Young jimin (Red lighted) looks at His maturing-self in the way reaching Adulthood (the one inside Blue room) & suga quickly covers his eyes as he looks Hesitant to eat the apple (to accept his fate going through maturity). (What if jimin is just a visitor on Suga own world (as suga is his mentor, showing him the way toendure maturity)?  I mean in the mv beginning there is a piano (suga first love) who knows!! (yall lets appreciate how the walls looks like piano inside)

jk entering a restroom in a red light to spit out the Green liquor (going back to his pure young side refusing maturity) suga is trying to stop Him (encouraging jk to handle maturity soreness move on) feels like the same thing suga did with jimin when he closed jimins eyes preventing him from yearning & longing to his pure young-self. but jk pushed him away!!

lights changed to purple jk fainted + black smoke spreads

jhope pulling an arrow (pulling an arrow back symbolizes conflict tension life struggle facing maturity releasing it from the bow represents positive transition in one moving forward mature)colours meanings of Yellow & purple interfere.

Is jhope pulling the arrow towards V? Does He want to Help V breaking His world? (OH! Does it sounds strange? Then let me quote the most famous line of the novel DEMIAN: ‘the bird fight its way out of the egg. the egg is the world. who would be born should first destroy a world’ I’m Gonna use this concept a lot so please put it on mind.)

-V is Suffering inside a blue veil, trying to be out to the Red surroundings but couldn’t(v agonizes maturity pain desires his youth back)

What Do you see?

On a purple light Jimin & jungook holding V, V looks worried & scared, Jhopes hand aiming something Green towards him (not sure what is it, Green small arrow?) (the point is jhope about to ruin v pure youth)

If you gonna argue how on earth I know it’s jhope’s hand then:

Same shirt!! yeah .

As jhope ruins V purity the arrow is pulled, it hits white bringing in green & red (hitting purity: youth been ruined)

Jhope on a blue room wearing half Blue half red T-shirt (mature jhope is aware about adulthood youth) throwing pills into a yellow can while smiling (jhope is no longer suffering letting go of his past struggles he throws pain away) (jhope’s facial expressions says it All

Look at this again (oc I didn’t take this screenshot to convince u about jhope t-shirt sleeve only haha)

On this scene it Seems like all members are already matured (the way they sit) leaving the pain behind them as they watch jhope throwing the pills. jk with a blue lollipop (matured) (I couldn’t point out all but) suga’s piano, Rm mirrors, curtains (jin) all behind. Also there’re so many small palms all around the room (palms symbolize victory triumph peace as they overcome the struggle)

¬

RM’s room is Red & green: on green light there’re so many red items ‘roses, curtains’ even the walls painting is red-green scratches! but How?

(I know what’re you thinking now: like ‘why isn’t it purple you’re manipulating.’  Just keep reading)

first Look at the very left, the surrounding of the room is Red (the director could cut it to directly show the inside but bighit is leaving clues) or simply mirror’s reflection shows Red. So Rm is actually on his young realm which is starting to be ruined. this scene timing comes with jk being forced to drink (which are very interfering with youth being ruined concept). Red roses symbolize romance love + in front of Rm there’s the same cup of Green liquor he offers to jk (both ruins purity) the existence of the dressing partition & the mirror support the idea of RM being his young-self (changing cloths symbolizes personality changing the reflection refers to self-reflecting ego shows instability of youth)

Still not convinced? What if this whole scene is made to prove Yellow meaning? (green and red mixture makes yellow: pure youth being ruined so one be enlightened)

Rm looking at his reflection the light changes to yellow while the lyrics goes ‘the wings resemble the Devil’(rm acknowledges what looks devil to him is makes mature gives wings fly) (his facial expression be like I know it all now)

you see now? it’s a state of enlightenment not suffering this is why there’s no purple. What happens after that?

The mirror breaks into pieces & the Blue rays shine (as rm breaks his egg finding way out to maturity concept)

¬ Mixing specific shades of Green & Red doesn’t give yellow but Brown. on the mv Brown appears on some scenes giving the same meaning of yellow:

-Jin’s scarf before it gets purple lighted:

-The lamp 

The painting 

Curtains & the sofa 

& here, HERE!!

¬ what’s going on here?

Blue lighted V is scratching a Green wall walking up stairs (mature v is rebelling he wants to go back his young-self) (look at the thing he’s scratching by it is Red.)

The colours gradually change ‘Green, purple, then Red’ from down to up, as V is trying to return to his pure youth BUT!… 

V finds out there is no way back, he is already trapped as the whole sky is ruined green & his world is changing.

-          The fact that youth & adulthood are unseparated is expressed a lot through the mv specially at the ending:

What bangtan is telling us is that “it’s alright!” Maturing is hard, painful, storming & makes you feel not yourself but “it’s alright!” Sensing the existence of the evil, passing by it or even commiting it- doesn’t mean that’s who you are. You’re just maturing. Forgive yourself Learn & move on.

Jin young world falling apart:

The room jk awakes in breaks down (it Goes from yellow to green then into blue/ a galaxy of Red, blue, yellow & purple interfere)

Scares on Rm hands left after the mirror breaks, the room is no longer Red but green & yellow. (the paint that Revealed on the wall is “the Fall of Icarus” by Pieter Bruegel: Icarus fell from flying too close to the sun. Allegory of pride, youth & the dangers of going to extremes) see? very interfering.

Look here(Red through blue/ Green through blue):

Green & Blue crossing: 

Bonus:

The station RM works on (you can see the Red though everything is black & white):

Jin gives RM a Green lighter!!!

Trivia: I’m sorry if anything sounds wired or clingy I’m not native, I truly tried my best wording this theory but English isn’t my first language after all. Please support me.

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The Joker x Reader - “Nobody” Part 2

After not feeling well for months, The Joker finally found out why: the life threatening condition is so serious there’s only a 50/50 chance of survival.  Dealing with a brain tumor is not going to be easy, that’s why The King of Gotham asked his half-brother Arthur to help Y/N while he’ll undergo treatment.

Part 1

“Hey Pumpkin,” The Joker kisses you. “Are you awake?”

You smack your lips and stretch, opening your eyes since you have no other choice.

“I am now… Are you feeling sick? Need anything?” the nursing side takes over while he’s silent, too busy wrapping your right leg around his waist. “Mister Joker,” you immediately gasp. “No guns in bed!”

“It’s not my gun,” he smirks and you chuckle at the evident truth. “When’s the last time we had sex, huh? Two weeks ago?!”

“Mmmm…” you debate, caressing his face. “Something like that.”

“All the meds are messing me up,” J pouts. “Great news though: turns out I’m not dead yet,” he adds and you yank him in your arms before his speech ruins the mood.

“Maybe we should sleep outdoors more often; it seems to have a beneficial effect,” Y/N underlines the welcomed idea The Joker had last night about resting on the terrace.

“Or maybe it’s just from having my girl close,” he utters a nice sentence, instantly correcting himself. “This is clearly the tumor messing with my brain; makes me say weird stuff.”

“Perhaps we should keep it then,” you sigh as The King of Gotham pulls down on your PJ shorts. “I like to hear weird stuff like that.”

“Do ya’?!” he fakes his surprise because he tries to avoid the subject.

“U-hum.”

“Naaah, I vote for sex and dirty talk!” J hisses and slides on top of you, prompting laughter when he starts nibbling on your cleavage. “Let’s have some fun before my mojo’s gone!”

“Mojo!” you repeat since you can’t stop cracking up, the unexpected entertaining morning 100 percent welcomed after the stressful past months.

“Shut up and let’s sin,” The Joker gives in to your charms. “You can be laud: Arthur’s a heavy sleeper, not that he can hear us anyway.”

***********

His brother is actually downstairs; Arthur woke up at 7:15am, moped around for a bit, then decided to cook breakfast. That’s what he’s been doing for the past 20 minutes: it wasn’t difficult to locate the necessary ingredients and bestowing his talents upon the famished couple might help in the long run.

He figured Y/N and J will appreciate his culinary abilities succeeding napping on the inflatable mattress outside; fresh air is bound to make one hungrier than usual.

So here’s the result of his hard work: two plates filled with bacon, eggs, hash browns, waffles and freshly sliced oranges perfectly arranged in symmetrical patterns.

Arthur places the dishes on a tray, humming a little song while he pours hot tea in the cups; it smells delicious and he can’t wait to enjoy the praises: he needs extra credit after upsetting Y/N yesterday with the unnecessary fight she witnessed by accident.  

Mister Fleck lights up a cigarette, swiftly creeping out The Penthouse: he puffs the smoke like a chimney, mindful at the ashes flying in the breeze. A few extra steps and he’s almost in front of the canopy; Arthur prepares to announce his presence when moans reach his ear. He freezes and carefully listens, unsure on what to do.

“Oh my God, J!” you squeal as The Joker growls, purring up a storm.

“What are you doing to me, Kitten?”

Further panting and groaning suggests he should probably abandon his plan: Arthur holds in his breath, unwilling to interrupt the fun. The 42 year old begins to gracefully walk backwards, totally caught up in a tiny dance with the food tray.

“Sssttttt,” he admonishes his own action while sliding the glass door. “Let’s give the kids privacy,”Arthur mumbles and covers the plates to keep breakfast warm.

In about 20 minutes he notices J chasing you towards the entrance, your rosy cheeks turning red when you bump into the guest. 

“Good morning,” you smile and let The Joker catch you.

“Easy prey,” he gropes a bubbly Y/N although if his older brother is present.

“Morning,” the reply triggers your boyfriend’s out of context comment:

“You cooked?!”

“Yeah,” Arthur gestures at the covered plates. “It’s ready to go.”

“Let me take a fast shower and brush my teeth. Are you coming?” J slaps you butt instead of another encouragement and you steal a piece of bacon to munch on the way up to the master bathroom:

“Thank you Arthur!”

“No problem,” he blows a rebel curl off his forehead, intrigued to see his sibling in a good mood; it’s a well-known fact The Joker didn’t have an abundance of fine days lately. Today must be an exception.

He’s actually the first one to arrive and Arthur has to ask:

“Where’s my sister-in-law?”

“She’s not your sister-in-law!” the sour tone underlines.

“I had you guys married,” the man insists.

“We didn’t agree to that!” The Joker hisses. “I barely tolerate her!” Arthur calmly lights up his second cigarette for the day, sharing wisdom with the feisty green haired menace:

“I wouldn’t take her for granted if I were you; one day you might wake up and realize she’s not even here. I talk from my own experience when I tell you it happened to me too: my relationship with the woman I loved was just an illusion, nothing more. Trust me when I tell you you’ll never feel such a deep disappointment again…”

“Ahhhh, I’m starving!” you pop up in the kitchen, completely unaware of the discussion they’re having. “Coffeeeeee,” you gush at the freshly brewed pot, excited to sip on the miracle drink.

“It’s impossible for us to hallucinate in the same time,” Arthur whispers. “Wanna check to make sure?”

J nods a yes and you’re suddenly trapped at the counter: Arthur grabs your right hand, his brother your left, both squeezing your fingers.

“I think you’re OK,” Mister Fleck concludes and you’re confused:

“What’s going on?”

“Confirming you’re real,” he admits on their strange experiment.

“Of course I’m real,” Y/N frowns, yet she has a vague idea regarding the mysterious behavior.

“Perfect; take your coffee and let’s eat,” J avoids expanding on the topic; that’s the best he can muster without revealing the slight panic at the thought you might be a product of his imagination.

*************

“I have a meeting at Savage Club this evening. Could end up profitable, depending on the terms. Would you care to accompany me?” Arthur offers to get The Joker out of the house for the heck of it.

“Nah…” the latest mutters, quite uncomfortable after his afternoon pills.

“Come on, baby; let’s go out!!! It’s been forever!” you implore because the proposal sounds super enticing. “I miss having fun,” you blur out and continue when his bitterness is obvious: “Not that it’s not fun staying home. Pleeeeaasseee, can we? I promise I’ll take care of you.”

“I don’t need you to take care of me; I’m not a child!” The Joker raises his voice and you are frustrated since no matter what you articulate it gets twisted.

“Why do you have to be like this?...” the rhetorical question is a clear statement of how much you hate conflict over trivial issues of no importance whatsoever.

Your other half believes otherwise.

“Like what, hm? Like what?! Explain so everybody can get an intelligible and logical breakdown!!” J yells for no reason but you are so done with his outbursts.

“Never mind,” you sniffle and stroll out on the terrace in order to avoid more bickering; today started so damned uplifting and you don’t know how to keep things together anymore.

When you give your all and you don’t receive too much in return, the good moments blur out in the background to the point of becoming insignificant.

“You’re a jerk,” Arthur affirms after he’s left alone with his sibling.

“Pfft,” The Joker rolls his eyes. “It’s the tumor,” he sarcastically emphasizes.

“Bullshit! It’s not the tumor, kid. And I’m taking her out, she earned it. Your crabby ass can stay here; Y/N is certainly due for refreshing fun!” the fierce answer provokes J’s resentment.

“Definitely not!!!”

“Watch me,” Arthur scoffs at his relative’s conduct, deciding to follow you outdoors.

You watch the busy city from the 30th floor and it’s safe to say you don’t really see it; the wrists loosely hanging over the railing cue him to approach with caution.

“I had this epiphany that you should escort me to Savage Club,” he tests the waters. “If you don’t fancy to attend the gathering you can always sit at the bar and have some drinks. Call me insane but I have this hunch you might want a distraction.”

“I can’t,” you regretfully inform. “I have to ensure J takes his medications and eats; what if he has an episode while I’m gone?... I simply can’t…”

“Plenty of people to supervise him; he’ll be ok.”

You don’t reply and Arthur lights up another cigarette, nonchalantly chatting with the quiet Y/N.

“Tell you how this will play: we’ll get ready and at 6pm we are leaving with or without the kid. If he joins it’s fine, if not… infinitely better,” he elbows a sulky Y/N. C’mon, put on a happy face! See?” he grabs the corners of his mouth and forces them into an eerie grin, eager to demonstrate his proclamation. “It’s not complicated, you just have to practice,” he moves his fingers to your face and elevates the corners of your lips, trying to mimic a smirk for a few seconds. “Tough crowd…” he grumbles when there’s no reaction. “Don’t make me take out the heavy artillery,” Arthur threatens. “I used to do stand-up comedy, you know?”

“… Did you?...”  you finally respond to his repeated attempts, pretending you are clueless of his skills.

“You should be aware I’m a tour de force nobody should reckon with,” Mister Fleck boasts, super confident he can make you laugh.

“Yeah, after you tell a joke there’s so much silence you can hear the crickets chirping all the way from New York!” J snarls because he tiptoed on the patio to spy on the conversation.

“Oh yeah?!” Arthur gets annoyed and without further delay he lays upon you one of the best masterpieces to ever emerge from his genius brain: “I hope my death makes more cents than my life.”

And now he waits… and waits…

“Told you before: it’s not funny,” The Joker reprises his march back to the Penthouse, thrilled at his brother’s failure when the unthinkable happens: Y/N bursts out laughing like crazy, not necessarily due to the pun being hilarious (she actually finds it kind of sad, that’s why she didn’t react sooner).

Arthur’s inflated ego makes him shout from the top of his lungs, ensuring the younger sibling can perceive his triumphant bragging:

“IT IS FUNNY!”

************* “Welcome to my humble kingdom,” Joker guides you towards the bar among the increasing ruckus his presence is creating among the audience.

Savage Club belongs to him and his “fans” meet here on a regular basis: a safe haven for the eccentrics, misfits and wackos, ready to do whatever necessary to please their role model.  

Arthur picks a microscopic crumb from the collar of his impeccable red suit while pulling a high chair for you:

“Take a sit,” he quickly glances at the huge mirror behind the counter to make sure his clown make-up is flawless: it took him an hour to get ready after you accepted his invitation. He’s usually faster yet the feminine company required auxiliary efforts; it’s not every day you steal a woman from her crib and take her out for invigorating entertainment.

The woman being your brother’s partner makes it even better.

“J is not answering my texts,” you sigh, already worried he might be sick.

“It’s his fault for acting up,” Arthur takes out a cigarette and seven hands holding lighters pop up around him. He chooses the one belonging to the pretty lady to his right, giving her a little wicked wink that visibly flusters the recipient of such undivided attention. “I’m going to my meeting, it should take too long,” he addresses Y/N and she nods, prepared to guzzle down much needed alcohol away from the grumpy boyfriend.

“Nothing happens to my sister-in-law,” Joker barks at one of the bouncers on his way to the VIP room; there’s no soul to argue the disclosure regarding your connection so he gets away with it.

“No worries, sir; she’s safe.”

“You misunderstand,” Arthur cuts him off. “This is for their safety,” he points at the mob. “In case you didn’t recognize her, that’s Y’N and she’s in a foul mood; we all heard rumors about her temper, hm?”

“Yes, Mister Joker.”

“Don’t be an idiot!” The Clown scolds. “My brother’s Mister Joker; I’m simply Joker. Or did you forget?!”

*************

1 hour and 13 minutes later

“How are we doing?” Arthur makes himself comfortable next to you, gesturing at the 8 empty shot glasses collected in a small pyramid.

“Amazing,” you slurp from your second Mai Tai cocktail and chew on the pink straw.  

“How many can shots can you handle?” he curiously interrogates the buzzed Y/N.

“About 5,” you snort and it makes him content to notice you’re carefree for once.

“Going overboard?” Arthur snickers and you lift your glass, lively concluding: “I’ll drink to that!”

He has no beverage so he snatches a beer bottle from a guy, inquiring:

“Did you touch this?”

“Not yet, sir.”

“It’s mine,” he clinks the container against yours and instructs: ”Here’s to going overboard; bottoms up!”

**************

“Look who’s home at 2 in the morning!” J criticizes when Y/N and Arthur show up in the living room at The Penthouse.

“I wasn’t aware we had a curfew!” your drinking buddy enunciates as you hide behind him, concealing your face in the soft fabric of his jacket.

You obviously thought your boyfriend would be in bed but nope, he waited for your victorious return.

“A-are you mad?” your slurred words dissipate in the air, closely followed by hiccups.

The Joker exhales, resigned: oddly enough he missed you, although you were absent for a whopping 5 hours and a half.

“No.”

“Oh my God!” you peek from beyond your human shield as if the opposite was stated. ”W-what are you gonna do?”

“You’ll see,” J finally takes his night meds: he postponed the remedy because he wanted to be awake for this magnificent after show.

“Oh my God!” you squeak, appalled. “W-what are you gonna d-do?” the repeated question prompts actual confessions:

“First, I’ll help you take a shower and brush your teeth…”

“Oh my God!” your eyes get big like this is the worst thing ever; the inebriated Y/N can’t connect the dots too well.

“Then we’ll have sex and I’ll be sweet; you won’t remember in the morning,” The Joker sneers.

“Oh my God!” you glare at Arthur completely dumbfounded, then at J, then at Arthur who’s sturdily holding your arm so you won��t fall.

“Stop teasing her!” he hisses.

“I’m literally replying to her quizzing.”

“W-what are you gonna do?” the plastered Y/N has to know again.

“This is your fault!” The Joker comes to grab you, exasperated. “I consider you responsible!”

“Cool,” Arthur proudly delivers his date to the rightful owner. “I’ll retreat to my room and leave you kids alone,” he waves and distances from the couple while blessing them: “By the power vested in me, I now pronounce you Nobody and Joker!”

“Shut the hell up!” his brother snaps, irritated at the persistent charade.

“You may kiss the bride!” Arthur mocks, positively not giving a crap about the rant: he’s an individual with a mission and won’t admit defeat that easily.

“Can you believe this shit?!” The Joker complains and shoves Y/N in one of the bathrooms downstairs. “Ewww, you smell like a distillery,” he rants while tugging on your clothes.

“Oh my God!” you whimper, distressed at his words.

“Ugghhh, you sound like a broken record!” The King of Gotham urges you to step in the shower and it doesn’t fail:

“Oh my God!”

“Seriously??!!” your actions skyrocket his blood pressure to unknown heights. “Take a break!”

“A-are you mad?” you stutter, the hot water making you even drowsier.

“I’m starting to be!!” he reprimands and you fakely sob since you can’t recall how to cry properly:

“W-what are you gonna do?”

The great Clown Prince of Crime huffs, convinced the universe unleashed you upon him to test his patience as punishment for past transgressions:

“Why me?!”

You rub your eyes and J turns off the water, bundling the intoxicated Y/N in a huge towel.

“Stupid helpless burrito,” he grunts and sweeps you off your feet, entirely done for the night.

Ahh, it sure feels nice and you bury your cheeks in his neck, burping in the process.

“Jesus!” he protests as you clumsily apologize:

“S-sorry baby…”

“I should push you off the balcony and be done with this ordeal!” he stumbles on the hallway, vexed.

The Joker really should have kept his opinion to himself since Pandora’s Box is automatically reopened.

“Oh my God!”

“I’m cursed,” the genuine declaration is accompanied by a soft kiss; despite the circumstances, The Joker is not that angry.

Arthur closes the door to his bedroom, delighted to have observed the scene:

“He kissed the bride,” the man inhales from the last cigarette of the day, flicking the bud out the window afterwards.  

 Also read: MASTERLIST

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Starker, Hacker Peter part 2

Read part 1 here. 

Peter takes another huge bite of the fluffy scrambled eggs and the buttery toast and thinks, as far as interrogations go, this isn’t too bad.

He’s good, but he’s not brilliant, and there have been a few close shaves. Definitely a few kidnappings which led to interrogations which are nothing like this sunny breakfast at Tony Stark’s marble-top kitchen counter.

Those interrogations had involved steel chairs and tight ropes and a lot of bruises.

This involves pure deliciousness.

It occurs to him, on the fourth gulpful of OJ, that Tony is watching him with unmasked interest.

Peter licks the crumbs from his lips and pauses. “Uh…”

“No, no,” Tony chuckles, “keep eating, please.”

Peter does, because survival outweighs embarrassment and you can never be one hundred percent sure of where your next hot meal is coming from. He mops the plate clean with extra helpings of hash browns, all the while surreptitiously casting his gaze around Stark’s apartment.

It’s nicer than Osbourne’s by a straight up mile. Easily the tallest building in New York, it looks down over the city and sparkles with light as it catches on the surfaces. There’s inbuilt tech everywhere, and it looks so advanced that Peter can’t help but puff out his chest a little at the fact that he hacked it.

Sure, his code wasn’t perfect, or he wouldn’t have been traced. But still. He hacked it!

He finishes his orange juice and smacks his lips together gracelessly, trying to ignore the lingering heat of Tony’s gaze, as he wipes his hand on his jeans. His whole outfit had been provided by Mr Stark, and Peter had hesitantly accepted because being in just his underwear had really imbalanced the playing field.

“So,” Tony murmurs, resting against the counter, arms crossed and looking very at-ease. “A good nights sleep, a nice hot meal, clean clothes. Things sure do look different the morning after the storm, don’t they, kid?”

Peter frowns. “Was last night supposed to be the storm? Because you don’t have anything on me-“

“Hey, hey,” Tony shoots him a look, “C’mon. I know you said you wouldn’t rat, but all you have to do is give me a name. Someone paid you to hack me, didn’t they? You tell me who that is, and you’re off scot-free.”

“I’m already free,” Peter insists, “you haven’t got any proof that I’m ‘The Spider’, okay?”

Tony’s eyebrows knit together and he purses his lips in mild irritation. Peter wonders how far confidence-intimidation tactics have gotten him so far. “Your apartment was crammed full of computers-“

“I like to game.”

“MIT said they only had one student capable of coding like that, and he dropped out two years ago and-“

“That’s what you’re going to use in a court of law?” Peter scoffs, ignoring the sting of hurt at the mention of MIT. He’d loved that school so much- “Wow. I may not have a law degree, but I can promise that’s going to raise some reasonable doubt-“

“Cut the crap, Parker.” Tony snaps, voice thick with irritation. “I know it was you-“

“Billionaire, tech-giant, philanthropist, and omniscient. Quite the résumé, Mr Stark.”

“Little shit-“

“I’m gonna head home, then,” Peter beams, slipping off the stool and heading for the door. “This was really fun, though-“

The doors slide open before he can walk out, and it’s the man who was driving the taxi from last night. Mr Strange. “Peter,” he grins, looking ridiculously put together for so early in the morning. “Are you leaving already?” Strange turns to sigh at Tony. “You’ve already upset him? I thought I told you to play nice.”

“I was playing nice.” Tony huffs, “he’s a little shit.”

“Goodbye, Mr Kidnapper,” Peter waves cheerily, hopping into the elevator, only for Strange to place his hand firmly against the door to stop it from closing.

“Peter,” he murmurs, voice low and pleading, “I seem to remember you saying you were amiable to a trade.”

Tony nods eagerly. “Yeah. You’re saying you won’t give me the name, but you haven’t even seen what I could offer.”

Peter wavers. The smart thing would be to go home, but home to what? All his tech is destroyed and he’ll have to tell Norman and then Norman will know that Tony knows and Peter could be out of a job and-

He sighs, rubbing his hand over his face and gesturing for them to lead the way.  

____

The look on Peter’s face at the sight of the newly-installed computer lab is enough to make Tony’s dick throb with arousal.

His eyes go obscenely wide, and they flicker over every monitor and wire, and his feet seem to carry him without consent over to processors and ergonomic keyboards. He looks like a kid in a candy shop. It’s the same look Tony gets when his lab’s been re-stocked and he’s itching to try to make something new.

Goddamn. It’s just another quality to add to the list of Peter Parker traits that Tony has found to be completely addictive.

The boy’s young. 22 and almost completely off the grid. He’s got no family, no on-the-grid friends, but ‘The Spider’ is infamous, and Tony can’t believe that it’s a pale, bambi-eyed boy from Queens.

“This set up is so much nicer than-“ he cuts himself off, and Tony looks up with a grin.

“Nicer than..?”

Peter glares at him, but the heat of his stare doesn’t last, because he catches sight of some fancy retina display and is immediately distracted.

His youth is his weak spot.

He’s good, really good, and clearly talented, but he doesn’t have the wisdom that only age will bring.

Because he’s just left his backpack in the guest bedroom, and Strange is looking through it right now. There has to be something incriminating in it. It’s the one thing Peter had taken with him when he’d run, his go bag, there has to be.

Tony doesn’t want to blackmail him. He’d much rather have a nice fair trade, because he’s unreasonably attracted to the spunky little kid, but still. A little insurance is always nice.

“If you gave me the name,” Tony croons, not wanting to startle Peter out of his appreciation, “you could work for me. Someone of your skill-set, nice high pay, regular hours, this would be your base of operations. Anything you needed…”

Peter narrows his eyes. “Would there be a contract?”

Tony smiles, pleased. “Yeah, all legal. No unlawful termination. How long’s it been since you’ve had a steady income? A job you could be proud of?”

There’s wavering in Peter’s eyes, and Tony thinks he might actually have him and the blackmail isn’t needed- when Strange walks in, clearing his throat and gesturing to Tony with a subtle nod of his head.

Tony heads over to him, and Strange bows his head and drops something into Tony’s hand.

“There was nothing in his bag but clothes and a passport. A real passport,” Strange whispers, and Tony grits his teeth a little, but it’s not the end of the world. Parker may actually accept his deal- “But I did find this.”

Tony looks into his hand to find a gorgeous pearl necklace.

It’s antique and expensive and there is no way Peter acquired it legally. It’s gotta be his safety nest for if he’s on the run. A quick pawn and some money to get away. Someone is surely looking for this baby.

“Good,” Tony mutters, trying to keep his voice down, “but we may not need it-“

There’s a sharp, audible gasp, and both men look up to see Peter staring at one of the reflective monitors.

From the way it’s angled, he can see the pearls in Tony’s hands.

“Well, nice timing,” Tony snarls at Stephen, who has the sense to look a little bashful. “Listen, kid, we weren’t gonna-“

“You went through my stuff?” Peter demands, face lovely and flushed and furious. He holds his hand out. “Give it back.”

Tony holds onto the pearls because it looks like a fair deal’s off the cards now. He and Stephen are both in front of the door, but Peter doesn’t look boxed in. He looks angry. “Where’d you get these, Parker? I thought your skillset stopped at hacking, but do you have a knack for stealing too?”

“Those aren’t yours!” Peter cries, and lunges forward clumsily to try to grab them. He misses, and Tony tuts.

“Calm down. I want to give them back to you, but I have to know who hired you. Was it Carlton Drake? The Life Foundation? Was it fucking Wayne Enterprises? Oscorp? Lexcorp? Roxxon?”

Peter rolls his eyes. “This city has a few too many tech companies. And like I said already, no.”

Tony shrugs. “Then you don’t get this necklace back.”

Peter curls his dainty hands into fists, before fishing out his phone. “I don’t wanna have to do this,” he warns, as he lights up the screen with his thumb. Tony frowns as Peter waggles it. “One press of a button and all SI users information is leaked. That sort of personal data loss…” he shakes his head and whistles in mock-empathy. “That’d be awful. I can’t imagine the way stocks would plummet. Can you, Mr Stark? I seem to remember something similar happening to LoweTube. But then The Spider hacked it and now- it doesn’t exist, does it?” 

“When the fuck did you hack my systems again?” Tony gapes, “we removed all trace of your coding-“

“I was on your wifi last night in the guest room, old man,” Peter snorts, rolling his eyes. “Do you know how easy it was to get past your firewalls from inside your ip address? I mean, I was half asleep.”

His thumb hovers over the button and Tony tosses him the pearls.

Peter catches them with a gentleness that makes Tony think they’re more sentimental than monetary.

“Well,” Stephen croaks, face still wary as Peter holds the phone in his hand. “I’m hoping you can forgive us, Mr Parker. We’re still clearly underestimating you.”

Tony cottons on. “He’s right, Peter. I’m sorry. We’re- we’re useless when it comes to hacking defences. We need you on our side.”

Peter looks between them, jaw clenched but eyes softer now that he has his pearls back. “Your systems were pretty shit.”

Tony refuses to snark back a rebuttal, and instead nods. “My offer still stands.”

Peter is silent for a long time, before he speaks. “I’m not going to tell you who hired me to hack you, but I will toughen up your whole system to be pretty much impervious to attacks again. For a price, of course.”

Tony pinches the bridge of his nose, but he can already feel himself agreeing. This is the second best scenario. Obviously, with Peter strengthening his walls it means the kid’s going to be able to build himself a way in to hack Tony whenever he wants- but he can’t see another way. It just irks Tony that he can’t go after whoever it was. He has a niggling feeling it might be Lex but he just can’t picture him actually having the balls. “I’m going to guess your price is fairly high?”

“Don’t worry, Mr Stark,” Peter grins, cocky and far too pretty for his own good, “I only want to be paid in stock.”

___

@darker-soft-starker for being the inspiration and @starkerchemistryy for being my friendship soulmate.

@stark-stark-baby @sbiderslut @lilsoshie @harmonystarker  @lurafita @awesomeimportantfan @the-mad-starker @meymourwhysstarker

[zebrabaker]

A Spider’s Web, A Ladybug’s Delight

Here it is!

Marinette turned to open the door with her shoulder, stepping into the bakery proper. She crouched down, setting the tray of sugar cookies into the lower display case. She heard the bell ring, and called.

“Be with you in just a minute!” Then, came a warm chuckle, and a reply in English.

“No rush, my little lady.” Marinette nearly dropped the tray. She slammed the tray into the case, and bolted up.

“Peter!” She ripped off her apron, and leapt the counter. She threw herself into the arms of a tall boy with honey brown hair and molten chocolate eyes. “When did you get here? Why are you here?” He ran a hand up and down her back, and kissed the top of her head, which she had tucked into the crook of his neck and shoulder.

“Mister Stark pulled me out of school for the next two months. Said it’s for internship stuff, but really, we’re going on a tour of Europe, as mentor and student.” It dawned on her. That was their code for super-hero stuff. “We’ll be staying for a week, then heading for Germany, then Sokovia. So, I was wondering, as I’ve already gotten Mister Stark’s permission, if you’d like to join us? We’d need your parents per-mph!” Peter was cut off by Marinette kissing him. She pulled away, and he smiled dopily.

“Absolutely! Mama and Papa have been begging me to go traveling with Nona again for a long time. With everything happening at school, I’ve really considered taking them up on it! C’mon, let’s go ask them!” Marinette grabbed his hand, dragging him to the back room.

“Mari, slow down!” Peter chuckled, following obediently.

“Sorry, I’ve just missed you so much. Do you wanna eat something?” She blushed, rubbing the back of her neck.

“It’s fine, my little lady. Food sounds wonderful. Got any of those chocolate chip cookies?” He smiled. God, he’d missed her.

“Always, but you may have to fight Tiki for them.” She spun on her heel, heading more slowly for the kitchen after flipping the sign on the door to closed. “Papa, look who came to visit!” She said to the tall man, who was whisking egg whites.

“Who is-oh! Peter!” He set aside the bowl and whisk, before grabbing the boy in a hug that lifted him off the floor slightly.

“Good to see you, too, Monsieur Dupain. Err, could you put me down?” Tom chuckled, dropping Peter to his feet. “What are you doing in Paris?”

“I’m here on internship with Mister Stark, we’ll be traveling through Europe for the next two months. We,” He gestured between himself and Marinette. “have a question for you and Missus Cheng.”

“Of course! Marinette, did you flip the sign?” Marinette nodded, and Tom flipped off the ovens, and lead the way up to the apartment. “Honey, we have a guest!

“I hope they like dumpli- Peter! Oh, how good to see you! How have you been dear? It’s only been a few months, but it feels like it’s been years! Come in, come in!” She ushered him into the living room, beaming. She, like Tom, adored Peter, and thought he was perfect for Marinette. She had received endless teasing over when they would get married. “Marinette, help me with tea!” Sabine snagged her daughter’s arm, pulling her into the kitchen.

X0X0X0

After a large, sumptuous dinner, and several cups of tea, the four returned to the living room.

“So, Peter, you said the two of you had a question for us.” Sabine said, eyes gleaming as she sipped her tea.

“Yes, we do, Missus Cheng. You see, Mister Stark and I are touring through Europe for the next two months for my internship, so that I can learn more about the European branches of Stark Industries. We’ll be staying at Le Grand Paris for the next week, then going to Sokovia. After that, we go to Germany, then Russia, and then Italy. We’re rounding out the trip in Spain and the Netherlands. Mister Stark had already given the okay for this, so all we’d need is your permission. Marinette and I were wondering if, if it was all right with you, can Marinette come with us?” Peter reached over and wove their fingers together tightly. “Mister Stark is already providing tutors for me, so that I can keep up on my schooling, and has said that they can tutor Mari as well. All we need is for you to say yes, and file some paperwork so that she can leave the country with Mister Stark and I.” Mari bit her lip, nervous that they would say no. Tom and Sabine glanced at each other, communicating with their eyes in a way that only those who knew each other well could.

“Yes, Marinette can join you on your tour. We’ll fill out the papers tomorrow, and get them to you by lunch! For now, you better head back to your hotel, it’s getting late.” Tom spoke, standing to escort Peter to the door. Marinette knew the two would be having a talk, as well. Her Papa had always been rather protective.

“Marinette, would you like help packing?” Sabine asked, gathering the tea cups from the table.

“Sure, Maman. Are you sure you’re okay with taking care of Tiki while I’m out of town?” Tiki was a lovebird that her Nona had gotten for her a few years ago. She was a sweet little thing, who loved chocolate chip cookies, however bad they were for her.

“Of course, dear. It will be a good experience, what with all that’s going on at school. It will also let you network for your design career. Tiki will be fine, as will your Papa and I. Are you excited?” Sabine glanced at her out of the corner of her eye.

“Absolutely! I can’t wait! I haven’t seen Peter in person since summer break, and I’m so happy to be able to finally meet Mister Stark. He matters so much to Peter, and I really hope he likes me.” Marinette sighed.

“Of course, he will. If not, I’ll smack him with my broom until he sees sense.” Sabine huffed from the sink where she had pushed up her sleeves to do dishes. The two often didn’t see eye to eye on Marinette’s self-worth. Sabine saw only the best in her daughter, while Marinette had certain self esteem issues.

“Maman! You can’t beat Tony Stark over the head with a broom!”

“Bah! I don’t care who he is, I’ll smack him all the same! My daughter is amazing, beautiful, brilliant, creative, compassionate, daring- “

“You’re just listing off traits in alphabetical order, Mama!” Marinette was as bright as a tomato.

“And they’re all true!” Sabine hmphed.

X0X0X0

It had been almost a week, and Marinette was leaving by train to Sokovia early the next day. She had woken up early, to make sure she had everything packed before school. She grabbed a black skirt and purple blouse she had made a few weeks back, and paired them with a pair of black flats with little silver tassels. She put on the silver and rose quartz bracelet and locket. The locket was heart-shaped, and had a picture of her and Peter over summer break tucked inside. She slid in her great-grandmother’s onyx earrings, and tossed her hair in a bun, feeding Tiki on her way out the door.

“Maman, I’m headed to school, see you at lunch!” Marinette called on her way through the bakery.

“Have a good day, dear! Tell Peter I said ‘hello’!” Sabine yelled back. See, today, Peter would be joining Marinette at school, to ‘learn more about foreign education’.” It was really an excuse for Peter to hang out with her at school. Tony had bribed Monsieur Damocles into letting Peter spend a day with his girlfriend, claiming it was ‘a contribution to the education of the future’.

“Morning, my little lady. How’ve you been?” Peter asked, flashing her a smile that made her own grow.

“Peter, it’s been two days since we last saw each other.” She slid her hand into his.

“I know.” He smiled down at her – why was he so tall, it was so unfair – and took her bookbag from her shoulder, sliding it onto his. “I still wanna know how you’ve been.”

“Pft. I’ve been good, you dork.” She mockingly nudged her shoulder with his.

“Hm. I’m your dork.” She nodded sagely.

“This is true. We’re here!” She dropped the façade of wisdom, tugging him along by the hand. “I can’t wait to introduce you to Madame Mendelieve! She’s a wonderful teacher, and really excited to meet the person who’s been helping me with my science grades!”

“Hey, Marinette!” Adrien called, walking over from where Chloe had been hanging off of his arm.

“Hm?” Marinette turned from where she had been babbling. “Oh. Hello, Adrien.” Her face went slack, losing all emotion.

“Mari? Who’s this?” Peter asked, slipping an arm around her waist.

“Peter, this is my classmate, Adrien Agreste. Adrien, meet Peter, my boyfriend.” She smiled, sharp and a little cruel. “Peter, let’s head to class.” She said in flawless English.

“Whatever you want, Mari.” The couple spun on their heels, heading in to the building, leaving a stunned blonde behind.

[ohprettyweeper-moved]

After You’re Gone

Summary: Moving on is never as easy as they say it is.  Pairing: Tyler x Reader Word Count: 1240 Warnings: Angst. The sad kind. I’ll put other ones in the tags because I don’t wanna spoil the fic.  Song Inspo: You Were Meant for Me - Jewel; I was singing this song in the shower and boom fic idea. Doesn’t go exactly with the song -- anyway. Enjoy the sadness. 

At six o’ clock on the dot, your alarm buzzed on the nightstand. You slapped it off, but didn’t bother with the snooze button. You had been awake off and on for the last few hours trying to get comfortable anyway, and the doctor had recommended a regular routine to get you out of the depths to which you had sunk over the last few months. That meant getting up at the same time, having the same thing for breakfast, taking the same route to and from work — all of it. Your routine would change soon enough, but while you had control over your agenda, you would manage as best you could. 

The dishes from your usual pancakes and eggs rinsed off easily enough. From there it was on to brushing your teeth, wiping down the mirror and the sink, then making the short walk to work. The weather was dreary but warm, so you didn’t mind. With your keys safely in your purse and the door to your new place locked behind you, you took the steps one at a time and took a left on the sidewalk. 

“Hey, Y/N. How’s it today?” your mother asked when you called her. 

“Same as every day since Tyler’s been gone,” you replied flatly, nodding a thank-you to the lady at the coffee cart. “You sound out of breath, what are you doing?”

“Taking a walk. Figure I should get out more. You should too, you know. I know you went out with your brother the other day. It’s not the end, sweetheart. It’s an ending, and a new beginning.”

You licked your lips; she was going to go on one of her positive lifestyle rants soon and you weren’t in the mood. “Hey, work’s calling on the other line. I’ll check in with you tonight.”

She didn’t like it, you could tell her tone when she said goodbye. You shook your head and stuffed your phone in your bag. It had been three months, and that wasn’t really that long. Not after something like you and Tyler had came to an end the way it did. 

A few blocks from the office, rain started to pour from the cloudy sky. 

“Perfect,” you muttered out loud. With a groan of frustration, you pulled your hood up over your head and dropped the coffee into the nearest bin. You shouldn’t be drinking it anyway, and it would only spill during your jog to work. 

“You’re soaking!” Ashley exclaimed as soon as you arrived at your cubicle. She helped you out of your jacket, though you assured her you were fine. “You should have hailed a cab.”

“It was a few blocks. What’s the point?” you shrugged. “Is the new issue out?”

Ashley nodded. “They’re already loving your article, Y/N.”

You swallowed hard. “Good. That’s good. It’s good for the magazine.”

“Editor picked some great photos from the ones you picked out. You should check it out, when you get home.”

The newest issue of Rolling Stone slapped onto your desk. You quickly shoved it into your bag; you didn’t want to see it. Didn’t want to see his picture and read the words you had written about him and Josh and being part of their lives. That wasn’t reality anymore. 

“Are you getting out at all?” Ashley asked quietly. 

“Saw a movie the other night, with my brother. It was a comedy, but it just wasn’t — nothing’s funny right now. I’m sure it will be at some point but right now, it’s just not. I’m too sad. Almost made me miss him more. We laughed together all the time.” A smile snuck to your lips as you thought back to all the jokes and pranks and laughs for stupid reasons you had shared with Tyler. As stealthy as the memories were, the smile wasn’t strong enough to exercise facial muscles you had only forced your body to use since he had been gone. 

Ashley went back to her work then, for which you were honestly grateful. Nothing anyone could say was enough or helpful anymore. You just had to work through this on your own. 

You stayed through the whole work day, forcing those fake smiles and making small talk with co-workers who didn’t know you as well as Ashley and would still try to give you small tidbits of quasi-wisdom. It all sounded like bullshit that should be embroidered on a pillow or printed on t-shirts; you hated every bit of it. It wasn’t in you, however, to be rude, so you simply thanked them for their kindness and moved on. 

After a light supper, you decided you would just spend the rest of the evening in bed. You brushed your teeth, put the toothpaste and toothbrush away, then decided to leave the bathroom light on, cracking the door slightly so that light still illuminated the bedroom. That with the television on in the background should help you sleep. 

Since getting through the day took most of your energy and you needed a good release anyway, you pulled the new Rolling Stone issue from your bag. You settled under the comforter and against the pillows, pulling an extra one behind your back for more support. 

Inside: Y/N Joseph Pays Tribute to Twenty One Pilots

You already knew the page number, so you flipped there quickly. There it was, your article recounting how you had met Tyler and Josh at a party for the magazine, quickly connected with Tyler and been married just under two years later, all the while forming a friendship with Josh that was just as strong as the one he had with Tyler. Just ahead of your article, in italics, was a foreword from the magazine. As if anyone needed a reminder or explanation for the event that had prompted your article. 

In January of 2019, Tyler Joseph and Josh Dun were returning from the European leg of their tour when the plane carrying the two-man band and crew crashed in the mid-Atlantic. There were no survivors. 

Instead of wiping your tears — because what was the point — you let them fall freely as you read over the final version of your article. In the interest of your own mental health and progress through the first stages of the grieving process, you had allowed your editor and Ashley to handle the final layout. They only needed a few pictures, but you couldn’t narrow it down, so they did — and they had chosen perfectly. 

After you finished reading the article, you dropped the magazine on what should have been Tyler’s side of the bed. You let your head fall back so that you were staring at the ceiling, and rubbed your belly. In a couple more months, the bittersweet arrival of your first and only child with Tyler would no doubt bring you equal amounts of happiness and sadness, experiencing it all without him. Remembering that you would always have this child to remind you of the love you and Tyler had shared in those few, short years, was the one thing that kept you going anymore. 

With that thought in mind, you closed your eyes and silently thanked your husband for leaving you with a small piece of him to get you through the darkest days on you would spend alone, then closed your eyes and attempted a much needed sleep. 

[mothmansbutt]

i dont know why i got an anonymous submission of the entire script of happy feet but here we are

(SINGING) Once way was a way, to get back homeward…

(Are the stars out tonight?)

Once way was a way, to get back home…

I only have eyes

Sleep pretty darling, do not cry…

for you….

And I will sing a lullaby…

With the song in my heart

So, tell me…

Tell me something good…

Tell me that you love me

Tell me baby

Tell me something good

Only you…

Norma Jean: But how you can know for sure?

Can make this world seem right…

Norma Jean: Is there really just one?

I need your love…

Norma Jean: So many songs, but i’m feelin’ so lonely!

Where is the love?

Norma Jean (SINGING)

You don’t have to be beautiful..

To turn me on..

I just need your body baby

Other penguin: Hello…

Norma Jean: From tusk ‘till dawn..

(it is me your looking for….)

you don’t need experience

(take…)

to turn me on

(this broken wings)

you just leave it up to me

(let’s talk about eggs baby, let’s talk about you and me)

don’t have to be cool to be my pearl

don’t have to be cool to rule my world

ain’t particular song i’m more compatible with,

i just want your extra..

(STOP SINGING) boys, boys. Give a chick a chance.

(Memphis singing) Well since my baby left me

I found a place to dwell

It’s down at the lonely street, at heartbreak hotel.

I’m feelin so lonely baby

I’m feelin so lonely…

Oh i’m feelin so (Norma Jean) lonely… I could die.

(Memphis) don’t have to be cool to be my girl

(Norma Jean) don’t have to be cool to rule my world (Memphis) you rule my..

(Norma Jean) you’re the particular song i’m more compatible with…

I just wan’t your extra time and your kiss (Norma Jean and Memphis)

His mom and dad met in the usual way.

The song became love…

…and love became the egg.

Memphis?

-You got it, sugar? -Yeah. Oh, yeah.

Safe and warm.

Hold it tight, now.

Whoa, l think l felt a move in there.

And in the usual way…

…the moms left for the fishing season…

…while the dads stayed home to do egg time.

You gonna be okay, Daddy?

Oh, sure, honey. We’ll be waiting for you, right here on Lonely Street.

I love you more and more, tell me why

Bye-bye, now.

Goodbye, Norma Jean. Don’t you worry about a thing.

Don’t wanna let you go

I never can say goodbye, boy

When all others leave…

…we remain!

When the sun vanishes…

…we remain!

I’m feelin’ so lonely I’m feelin’ so lonely–

Heed the wisdoms, brothers! Make a huddle!

Warm thy egg!

Make a huddle!

-Share the cold! -Share the cold.

Each must take his turn against the icy blast…

…if we are to survive the endless night.

Raise your voices, brothers!

Give praise to the Great ‘Guin…

…who puts songs in our hearts and fish in our bellies!

Ain’t no particular song I’m more compatible with

Oh, baby, l think l wanna dance now.

No, no, no.

There is a wisdom, brothers and sisters…

…that stands above all others.

-Never, ever… -lt’s okay.

-…no matter what… -No harm done. See?

…drop your egg.

No, we’re cool. We’re cool.

Of the many thousands who sang through that long night of winter…

…it was Memphis who cried out most fervently…

…to turn the Earth and bring back the sun.

-lt’s a boy! -Hey, it’s a girl!

-What a peach! -What a bruiser!

-Come here, son. -Come to Daddy, there you go.

Son, you have made your daddy so proud.

lt’s all genetics, you know.

Memphis?

ls everything okay?

l don’t know. l can’t hear anything.

-ls it empty? -Honey.

-Can l have it? -Gloria.

lt’s okay, Maurice.

lt happens sometimes, Memphis.

Yeah.

Wait, you hear that?

-Yeah. -Hey, l can hear you, buddy.

Oh, your papa’s here, it’s okay.

Oh, he’s okay, Maurice. Whoa, there it is!

That’s his little foot there.

There’s his other one.

That’s different.

Hey! Come back here, Mr. Mumble.

Gloria….

She can call him whatever the heck she likes.

Whoa, little Mumble.

-Mumble? Mumble? -You okay?

Freezing. Freezing.

Oh, you’ll get used to it.

Come on. Come to your daddy.

-What do you make of that? -Little wobbly in the knees.

-ls he okay? -l don’t know.

What you doing there, boy?

l’m happy, Pa.

What you doing with your feet?

They’re happy too.

-l wouldn’t do that around folks, son. -Why not?

-Well, it just ain’t penguin, okay? -Okay.

Yeah. Hey, come on over here. Get under here. Get warm.

Watch the beak. Watch the beak– Beak!

The beak.

Okay, good boy.

So late. What’s keeping them?

Pray, brothers, the Great 'Guin does not test us with a lean season.

Why, Noah? Have we not all been dutiful?

So when you see your mama….

-l stand perfectly still. -You got it.

But how will l know which one’s my mama?

Oh, you’ll know.

She’s got a wiggle in her walk and a giggle in her talk.

And when she sings, it darn near breaks your heart.

Hey, wait. l see them. l see them!

You’re right! You’re right!

Wives, ho!

Wives, ho!

Wives, ho!

Wait, no. Wait, no, Mumble, get back here. No, Mumble! Get back– Mumble!

Mumble! Mumble!

Mumble!

Michelle? Michelle?

-Roxanne? -Michelle?

Alfie?

-Maurice! -Michelle! Michelle!

Mommy!

Oh, she’s so darling.

Excuse me. Pardon me, pardon me. Mumble? Mumble?

Oh, Mumble.

-Mama? -Mumble!

-Mama? -Mumble!

Mumble!

Mama? Mama?

-Mumble, boy, where are you? -Mama!

Memphis?

Oh, Mama. Oh, Mama.

-Oh, my. -Daddy.

So where’s the baby?

Well, honey, l’ll find him.

-You lost the baby? Memphis! -lt’s okay.

-Mama? Mama? -Stay!

-Come to Mommy. -No, Mumble.

Mama, Mama.

Hey, what’s wrong with his feet?

Oh, that’s just a little thing he’s got going. He’ll grow out of it.

Mama!

Oh, Memphis, he’s gorgeous.

-lsn’t he, though? -Look at you.

l got something for you.

Open up.

Oh, l love the way she does that.

W, X, Y and Z

Good morning, class.

Good morning, Miss Viola.

Right.

Well, today we begin with the most important lesson you will ever learn…

…at Penguin Elementary.

Does anyone know what that is?

Anyone? Anyone?

Someone? Seymour?

-Fishing? -No.

Mumble?

Don’t eat yellow snow?

No, that’s not it, no.

-lt’s our Heartsong, Miss. -Thank you, Gloria. Excellent, yes.

Without our Heartsong, we can’t be truly penguin, can we?

No.

But, my dears, it’s not something that l can actually teach you.

Does anybody know why? Anyone? Anyone?

You can’t teach it to us, ma'am…

…because we have to find our Heartsongs all by ourselves.

Well done, you.

lt’s the voice you hear inside…

…who you truly are.

Yes. Thank you, Gloria. Excellent, lovely, thank you.

So let’s all be very still now.

Take a moment and let it come to you.

-l got one! -Pick me!

-Pick me! Pick me! -One at a time. Yes, Seymour.

Don’t push me 'Cause I am close to the edge

I’m trying not to lose my head

Yes, l like that one. l could really get jiggy with that. Lovely.

l’m ready. l got one.

Oh, l thought you might, Gloria.

Midnight creeps so slowly

Into hearts of those

Who need more than they get

Daylight deals a bad hand

To a penguin

Who has laid too many bets

That’s as far as l got so far.

-Oh, yes, lovely. Really lovely. -That’s beautiful.

Well, Mumble, since you seem so keen to share.

Mine’s sort of a boom and a:

And another boom.

You heard that in there?

-Do you like it? -l’m afraid that’s not a tune.

-lt’s not? -No, dear. A tune is like:

Oh, okay.

Who is that?

That is the offspring of Memphis and Norma Jean.

The wee hippity-hopper.

lt’s not funny!

No. No, not in the least.

A penguin without a Heartsong is hardly a penguin at all.

l think he broke my ear.

ln all my years, l’ve never, l mean–

And you having such fine voices. Well, it’s bizarre.

Did anything happen, you know, during early development?

No, all fine. Normal incubation.

-Right. -Wasn’t it, honey?

Yeah. Yeah, it was a tough winter, l guess.

Right, right.

-He did hatch a little late– -Yes, l understand. Yes.

-To think he might spend his life alone… -Quite, quite.

…never to meet his one true love.

Oh, please, Miss Viola, isn’t there something we can do?

Well, there is always Mrs. Astrakhan.

Mrs. Astrakhan?

lf anyone can, Mrs. Astrakhan can.

Can’t sing?

Can’t sing? Rubbish, darling.

Every little penguin has a song.

When l have finished…

…your singing will be giving everyone the goose pimple.

Now, to begin. First, we must find a feeling.

Happy feeling, sad feeling.

Maybe lonely feeling.

You feel it?

Good. Now, let it out.

Be spontaneous.

That, what is that?

l’m being spontan-you-us.

Darling, you want to meet beautiful girl?

You want to make the egg?

Oh, yes.

Well, sing! And no jiggy-jog. Do not move muscle.

No moving!

Twinkle, twinkle, little star

Enough!

Okay. We go back to the top.

Forget body. Look inside soul.

Feel the feeling. Enormous feeling.

So enormous it fills whole body.

lt must escape or you explode.

-Now, open your little beak. -Come on.

Yes, yes. Lift up the head, that’s it.

Now…. Now….

Now

Disaster! Catastrophe!

l never fail before.

Never! Never!

-Well, l thought it was kind of cute. -But it just ain’t penguin, okay?

So what if he’s a little different? l always kind of liked different.

He’s not different. He’s a regular emperor penguin.

Hey, you know what? l can leave school.

l can go to work. The three of us.

Whoa, little fella. You ain’t going nowhere till you got yourself an education.

You get them singing muscles big and strong, you got that?

l’ll try, Pa.

You bet you will. The word triumph starts with try, and it ends with…?

-Umph. -That’s right. A great big umph.

l’m going fishing.

Oh, Mumble.

That first hard summer…

…while his mom and dad were working overtime…

…on the great commute to the sea…

…Mumble found a place away from disapproving eyes…

…where a funky little fella could be himself.

Hey, what you doing there, flipper bird?

Nothing. What are you doing?

Nothing. Just dropped in for a little lunch.

There’s food? Here?

Leg or wing?

Oh, no, no, wait. Not me, l’m a penguin.

Exactly. The flipper birds, that’s you, eat the fish.

The flying birds, that’s me, eat the flipper bird and the fish.

And lately, there ain’t a lot of fish.

-So…. -This time l’m getting the juicy bits.

-Me first! -Hey, you want a piece of me?

Hey, hey, hey! l’m trying to think about lunch.

Wait! Watch this!

Yeah, that’s weird, all right. Listen. For once, we’re gonna do this civilized.

-Now, get in line– -Hey! What’s that on your leg?

-What? This little thing? -Oh, no. Don’t start him on that.

Shut up! The little flipper bird asked me a perceptive question.

-A question like that deserves an answer. -Here we go.

l got two words for you:

Alien abduction.

-Oh, you had to ask. -Have mercy.

Quiet!

Now, little buddy, there is something out there.

Creatures. Not like us.

Bigger, fiercer, and smarter too.

-Ask me how l know. -How?

Because l’ve been captured by them, that’s how.

Unbelievable.

What do you mean unbelievable? lt’s true.

l’m sitting on a rock, minding my own business…

…when suddenly, they’re onto me.

These beings, like big ugly penguins.

Fat, flabby faces with front-ways eyes…

…no feathers, no beaks, and these– These appendages.

They probe me. They tie me up. They strap me down.

They take this pointy thing and they stick it into me.

And then, blackout.

Gosh.

l woke up and there’s this– This thing on me.

Every flying bird is dissing me, Hey, what’s happening, yellow leg?

lt was humiliating.

And then what?

lt was humiliating. What more do you want?

They could have eated you.

Yeah. Yeah.

l guess my pitiful cries for mercy appealed to their better nature.

Can l appeal to your better nature?

Nice try, kid, but no.

No. No. No!

What you doing down there, flipper bird?

Get up here.

Get back up here this minute.

Oh, great. You let him get away. Didn’t you?

All your screwy alien talk.

-Hey, l’m an abductee. -Abduct this.

-Don’t make me call Uncle Angie. -Oh, fine.

Where youse going? l’m an abductee!

-l don’t care what you are, l’m hungry! -Would you like to hear our specials?

How about fish? There’s no fish. How about penguin? There’s no penguin.

What are we gonna eat?!

There’s a world where I can go

And tell my secrets to

In my room

Paying no mind to his dancing heart…

…the kid saw out his school days at the back of the class…

…lost in his imaginings.

Now it’s dark and I’m–

What fabulous worlds lay out there, far beyond the ice?

–I won’t be afraid

Was there any place…

…where one small penguin without a Heartsong…

…could ever truly belong?

In my room

And so, a thousand generations ago…

…our forefathers forsook our wings for flippers.

You graduates going to sea for the first time…

…are to reap the benefits of their wise choice.

These are lean and uncertain times.

But by the power of the ancient penguin wisdoms…

…we, my brethren, will endure.

-Blah, blah, blah. -Norma Jean.

Who is he to say my boy can’t graduate? He’s not hurting anyone.

–true to our ways and you will always be worthy of this…

…our brave penguin nation. Excelsior!

Ocean, here l come!

You know what? We’re gonna have a little graduation ceremony of our own.

-You mean it, Ma? -You betcha.

-Excelsior! -Excelsior!

Keep it down.

-Pa. -Memphis.

-Go get them, tiger. -Thanks, Ma.

-Make every moment count! -Got you, Ma!

-Remember, Stranger Danger. -Yeah, sure, Pa.

And watch out for those leopard seals and them killer whales.

Mark this, Noah.

That boy was always a bad egg. l’m telling you, no good will come of this.

Guys!

Wait up!

What do you think?

-You first. -No, you first.

No. No, no, no.

Stop pushing!

-What was that? -l think it was the fuzzball.

See any blood?

What you waiting for?

Hey, Gloria!

Gloria, l adore-ia. l’d like to see more-ia.

Gloria.

-Mumble? -Gloria.

l’m sorry. l didn’t mean to….

Fall back, coming through!

Gloria? All my life, l’ve wanted to say that you’re so–

-Fish. -Yeah. You’re so fish.

No. Fish!

Fish!

Oh, that’s mine.

-That’s lousy. -You didn’t get one?

Sorry.

Gloria. You got one?

-Nope. Not this time. -You have it.

-Thank you, Mumble, but it’s yours. -l want you to have it.

-No. You caught it. You eat it. -l want you to–

Skua! You get back here!

-Come on. -Mumble! Let go!

Mumble! Let go!

You just let him get away!

-ls he breathing? -He’s certainly not eating.

Mumble? Are you okay?

Mumble?

Take the fish.

-What? -Take the stupid fish.

Oh, okay.

Thank you, Mumble.

You’re welcome.

–somebody to

Love

On this, our night of graduation, infatuation, illumination…

…top of the class, Missy Gloria.

Each morning I get up, I die a little

Can barely stand on my feet

Take a look at yourself

Take a look in the mirror and cry a little

Lord, what you doing to me?

I spent all my years in believing you

I just can’t get no relief, Lord

-Somebody -Somebody

-Somebody -Please

Can anybody find me

Somebody to love?

-She works hard -Every day

Every day

Oh, I try and I try and I try

But everybody wants to put me down

They say, they say, I’m going crazy

They say I got a lot of water in my brain

Got no common sense I got nobody left to believe in

What’s wrong with you?

-Mumble. -Yeah?

-lt’s better you just– -Yeah, l know.

-You listen. You know? -Yeah.

-Sorry. -lt’s okay.

-Sorry. -Sing the song.

You’re great. That was great.

Oh, baby, find me

Come on. Put your flippers in the air, now.

Find me somebody to love

Find me somebody to love

Find me somebody to love

Find me somebody to love

l’m searching high and low.

l’m searching the high and low.

Yes, there’s somebody out there who needs to find me.

Somebody, anybody

l’m somebody.

I wanna love someone

Send someone over here

Can anybody find me

Somebody to

Love

Mumble!

-Who do you think you are? -Yeah, you’re spoiling it for everybody.

-Take a flying leap. -Yeah, jump in the lake.

Where is my baby?

Anybody find me, find me Find me, find me

Somebody

Okay, fellas. Cut it out.

l’m completely terrified.

Gloria?

Guys?

Get up here or l’ll come in after you.

-Safe! -Oh, yeah!

-You the bomb, bro. -That’s a 9.8.

-l give you 1 0. -Why?

Oh, no, no, no. Come on. Bring it. Bring it on.

-Kiss my frozen tushy. -Kiss it. Kiss it.

Come here, sausage. l take you with ketchup.

But first you got to catch up.

Oh, here he comes. You better move in a half an hour.

Let’s get out of here.

-Hey, amigo, do that again. -Do what?

-That thing with the– -The clickety-clickety.

-That. -Yeah, do it.

-Come on, come on. -Well, l just kind of go:

-Yeah, yeah, yeah. -Oh, nice.

And then this:

Way to go! lt’s amazing!

-Oh, the little whisker. -Look at him.

Oh, he’s leaving. Oh, no, that was his face!

Remember, dumplings, l know where you live.

Yeah, it’s called land, lard face.

Flop back anytime, rubber butt!

See you, fatty.

That’s cool. See you, fatty!

Did it take you a while to come up with that one?

All right, way to go, tall guy.

Give me fin, give me fin.

To the left, to the right I’m getting it, oh, yes

Look out, here I go

I got it, I got it, I don’t, I had it

Oh, my stomach hurts. l gotta pee.

Ain’t you coming, tall boy?

What, you got something better to do?

-No. -Well, then, come along, Fluffy, let’s go.

Hey, stretch, you like to party?

Party? l guess so.

Well, stick with us, baby.

Yeah, because we practically own the action here.

Mambo!

Everybody’s so…spontan-you-us.

Spontan-you-us!

And these are the bad times!

-Yeah, our food chain go loco. -Everyone a bit down.

But it ain’t gonna stop no party!

-Viva la party! -Watch me work.

Gosh, he’s eating rocks.

-You hear what he said? -Eating rocks.

But he had a rock in his mouth.

That’s no rock, hombre. lt’s love stones.

-For building the nest. -The one with the most pebbles wins.

You know:

You’re not interested in chicas?

-Hey, hey, hey. -You kidding?

Without us, the chicas got no boom.

-Why aren’t you collecting pebbles? -Pebbles, schmebbles, man.

We got personality, with a capital Y. Why? Because we’re hot.

Watch and learn, tall boy.

-Hey. Hey, baby. -Over here, mama. Chicky baby.

-Baby. -What are you looking at?

-You looking at me? -Come over here.

-Come on, mamí. -You see something you like, yes?

l don’t think so. Not tonight, baby.

Oh, don’t be so snooty, booty.

That’s the way…you like it, you like it

You want it, I got it Could’ve had it, you missed it

Look at the feet, huh?

-Where’d you learn that? -The big guy.

-He from out of town. -He with us.

-Do it again. -Do it, baby. Show me those flipping feet.

-No, no, no. Sorry, girls. -Some other time maybe.

You guys are soft in the head, okay?

Let’s go.

-Leave them wanting more, you know? -Hold back till the season.

-You show them what you got. -Either you got it or not.

-And the Amigos? -We got it!

You think l could get some of it?

Hombre, you’ve got so much already, you dangerous, baby.

You really think so?

You kidding? With moves like yours…

…you must have all the ladies drooling at your feet.

-l wouldn’t say that. -Oh, listen to him. He’s so cute.

Let me tell something to you.

Except for me, tall boy, you got the most charisma of anybody.

Put that ego away, Ramón, you’re gonna hurt someone.

You so jealous. Just a moment. l hear people wanting something.

Me!

-Mambo -Okay, you girlies, Mambo

One more time now, mambo Mambo, mambo, mambo

Mambo!

Your turn, your turn.

Oh, get down.

Man, this guy is so accidentally cool.

Okay, okay.

Mama!

Mommy!

Come on, Fluffy.

Oh, l love gravity.

-Oh, l feel like reminiscing. -Remin-icing?

-lt was too close. -Come on, come on.

Hey, guys! Where are we going?

-We relocating. -Placing ourselves elsewhere.

-But that thing, what was it? -How should we know?

-We’re penguins. -Very little penguins.

But where did it come from? lt’s so weird, so alien.

-What’s he talking about? -Some hombre called Elian.

l don’t know a guy Elian. l knew a guy named Estevan–

-Not Estevan, Elian. -Guys, we have a mystery here.

A mind-boggling mystery.

So? What are we supposed to do about it?

Amigos, we gotta get to the bottom of this thing.

Big guy, let me tell something to you. Come close. Don’t be afraid.

-You want answers? -Yeah.

-That’s all you need? -Yeah.

-Nothing else? -No.

Then this is very easy.

You go see Lovelace.

-Lovelace. -Go see Lovelace.

-Genius, Ramón. You are the man. -Thank you.

-l take a moment for myself. -Let’s go.

-Bow down. -You the man.

-That’s enough, l feel your love. -Who’s Lovelace?

-Lovelace is the guru. -Go see Lovelace.

-He got the answer to everything. -Everything.

-Really? -Ask him, he never wrong.

But first, you gonna need a pebble.

Hold it, y'all. I have a warning for the audience.

Ladies, please, avert your eyes…

…because I’ve been known to hypnotize.

You heard the voice, now you’re about to meet…

…the one and only Lovelace, in the flesh…

…right here, right on, right now.

The devotion, please.

Oh, yeah.

And now, your question.

Senor Lovelace…

…my wife has disappeared. ls she alive?

Is she alive now? Separate the truth from the jive

Speak to me, oh, mystic beings

Yes! She’s happy and you’re in her thoughts.

ls she with another male?

One pebble, one question. Next!

Oh, Serene One. Please ask the mystic beings…

…will l ever be as rich as you?

ln your dreams, Jean. Next!

-Go ahead. Go ahead. -Get up there, big guy.

-That’s it. Don’t be scared. -Gentleman, please! One at a time.

-We with him. -Yeah, we together.

-He got a beautiful question. Go. -Do it.

Just don’t look him in the eye.

Have you ever been abducted by aliens?

Excuse me? What kind of question is that? Next!

No, wait, senor.

l met a skua once, with something like that on his foot, said he was abducted by aliens.

This, friend, is my sacred talisman…

Talisman, talisman

…bestowed on me by the mystic beings…

Mystic beings

…during my Epic Journey of Enlightenment…

…to the Forbidden Shore.

Forbidden shore

Oh, say it one more.

-Forbidden shore -Oh, yeah

Wait, you saw mystic beings?

l hear them! They speak through me!

Oh, yeah.

There’s a power that makes me stand upon this tower!

Did they have front-ways eyes? Did they probe you? Strap you down?

Enough! Did they probe me?

Too many questions! You don’t have enough pebbles, fool.

You haven’t answered any of my questions.

-How many questions he got? -We’ve all got stuff to ask!

Enough!

You bring this stranger before me.

He doubts my powers. He compares me to a skua.

The voices are shrieking in my head.

They say, Lovelace, who is this fool?

Tell him! Tell him to go forth and multiply!

Come to think of it…

…why don’t we all go forth and multiply?

-Lovelace. -What he saying?

-lt’s mating season. -Already?

l will retire now to my couch of perpetual indulgence.

-Okay, ladies, who’s first? -Me!

One at a time. Don’t touch the talisman, baby, please.

Hey, wait a minute. Wait a minute. What about us?

Lovelace, Lovelace, Lovelace!

Hear me!

There’s not enough love in the world.

Turn to the penguin next to you.

Put your flippers up. Fluff him up a little bit.

And give him a great big hug.

Okay, ladies.

Oh, make that little noise again, girl.

Hey, what he got we don’t got, man?

-What you hugging me for? -He told me to.

-Get away. -No, you like it.

Get off him, Ramón.

Stretch, got any stones where you come from?

-We don’t collect stones. -You don’t? Why not?

We live on the ice.

So how you win the heart of the ladies?

Well, we sing.

-Stop! That’s crazy! -You’re kidding, right?

No. We sing to each other.

lf someone special likes your song, you know….

Oh, and you have someone special?

-A tall beauty in your dark romantic past? -Of which you never speak?

Well, sort of.

Hey, let’s go check it out. Maybe she got some friends.

l like them tall.

lt’s never gonna work.

-Hey, big guy. -lt’s the loving season.

All you gotta do is sing.

That’s the problem. l can’t.

-You a bird, ain’t you? -All birds can sing.

I don’t sing like the birdie do

All right.

Find me, find me

What’s he doing?

-l think he’s singing. -l know singing, that’s not singing.

l heard an animal once do that, but then they rolled him over, he was dead.

Yeah. And when she sings, it darn near breaks your heart.

You in tragic shape, man.

-Don’t worry. We can fix it. -We can?

-Absolutely. We can. We can. -We can?

-Really? -Yes! Let me tell something to you.

-Come close. Closer. You wanna sing? -Yeah.

-You sure? -Absolutely.

You making fun of me? Then this is very easy.

Really? Gosh, if l could sing, that would change everything.

You will sing. You just got to do exactly what l say.

-Okay. -Did l say okay?

-No. -No. What did l say?

-Do exactly what you say. -Exactly what l say.

Don’t push me 'Cause I’m close to the edge

I’m trying not to lose my…

Gloria

It’s like a jungle sometimes It makes me wonder

How I keep from going under

Midnight creeps so slowly

Into hearts of those Who need more than they get

Daylight deals a bad hand

To a penguin who has laid too many bets

I’ll make love to you Like you want me to

And I’ll hold you tight, baby, all…

Gloria

The mirror stares you in the face

And says, Baby–

Shake a bon-bon, Shake a–

It don’t work

You say your prayers Though you don’t care

You say your prayers Though you don’t care

Boys! Boys!

Boys!

Mumble?

Mumble.

Oh, hi, Gloria.

And this is you?

Sure, it’s me. You like?

Well, l would, if it were really you, yeah.

Well, it is me, sort of.

Yeah.

Turn around.

-Turn around. -Why?

-Well, why not? -Well….

-What do you know? -Yeah.

My way

-Gloria. -Mumble, how could you?

Hello.

l know size can be daunting, but don’t be afraid. l love you.

-Gloria, please. -l love you.

-Gloria! -Gloria!

-Gloria! -Gloria!

-Please, Gloria, wait! -Please, Gloria, wait for me!

-Stop it! -Okay.

Mumble, what could you possibly be thinking?

l don’t know what else to do.

Oh, Gloria, no.

Gloria

Gloria

Go up there, right now.

Daylight deals a bad hand…

Gloria. Gloria.

Sing to this.

Mumble, you’re embarrassing me.

Baby…it don’t work.

Baby

So slowly

So slowly into hearts of those

Who need more than they get

Daylight deals a bad hand

To a penguin that has laid too many bets

The mirror stares you in the face

You say your prayers Though you don’t care And says, Baby…it don’t work

You sing and you shake the hurt

Dance!

Boogie wonderland

Dance

Boogie wonderland

Midnight creeps so slowly

Into hearts of men Who need more than they get

Daylight deals a bad hand

To a penguin who has laid too many bets

The mirror stares you in the face

And says, Baby…it don’t work

You say your prayers Though you don’t care

You dance and shake the hurt

Dance!

Mumble!

Boogie wonderland

Dance, dance, dance

Mumble

Boogie wonderland

My brothers

You look so beautiful to me, baby

-Mumble. -Hey, Miss Viola.

-All the love in the world can’t be gone -Mumble!

-All the need to be loved can’t be wrong -Mumble!

Disgraceful!

Who do they think they are?

Where is Noah? This is getting out of hand.

Hey, Memphis. lt’s your boy, Mumble.

-Mumble? -Mumble?

No, no. No, it's Mambo. O!

Baby. They’re saying, Mumble.

Boogie!

Behold, Noah, look!

This was an omen from the start and now we have this uprising.

Stop! Stop!

Stop this unruly nonsense!

Stop it right now!

A little self-control, if you please!

You bring this disorder, this aberration, to the very heart of our community.

Have you lost your minds?

-We’re just having fun. -Harmless fun.

Harmless? lt is this kind of backsliding that has brought the scarcity upon us.

Excuse me, smiley. Can you speak plain penguin, please?

He thinks the food shortage has something to do with me.

Do you not understand that we can only survive here when we’re in harmony?

When you and your foreign friends lead us into your easy ways…

…you offend the Great 'Guin.

You invite him to withhold his bounty.

-He rules the seasons. -He giveth and he can taketh away.

Wait a minute. Happy feet can’t cause a famine.

lf thy kind of pagan display did not cause it, then what did?

l think it comes from outside. Way beyond the ice.

There are things out there, things we don’t understand.

-Mysteries. -Mind-boggling mysteries.

-Mystic beings. -Yeah, aliens.

-He’s mad. -No, aliens.

-l hear they’re smart. -He’s insane.

No, they might be smarter than all of us. Who knows?

He drove the fish away, now he’s ranting this rubbish!

-Hey, let me tell something to you. -Don’t touch me, you filthy vermin.

-Hey, watch it. -And so it follows.

Dissent leads to division and division leads us to doom.

-You, Mumble Happy Feet, must go. -Hear, hear.

Don’t you take one step, sweetheart.

You have as much right to be here as any of these daffy old fools.

Norma Jean, l’ll deal with this.

Pa?

Mumble, you must renounce your so-called friends…

…your peculiar thoughts, your strange ways.

-Memphis. -lf we are devout…

…sincere in our praise, the fish will return.

-But, Pa– -Listen, boy, l was a backslider myself.

l was careless and now we’re paying the price.

What’s this got to do with Mumble?

-lt’s why he is the way he is. -There’s nothing wrong with him!

-Face it, our son’s all messed up. -He’s not messed up, hear me?

-Believe me, l know. -How can you say that?

Because when he was just an egg, l dropped him!

Memphis.

Mumble.

Oh, my poor little Mumble.

But, Mom, l’m perfectly fine.

-No. No, you’re not, boy. -That’s right.

For all our sakes, you must stop this freakiness with the feet.

Your father speaks wisely. Heed his suffering heart and repent.

But it just doesn’t make any sense.

Then your arrogance leaves us no choice!

No, wait.

Please, son, you can do this. lt ain’t so hard.

Don’t ask me to change, Pa, because l can’t.

And that, my brethren, is the end of it.

You, begone!

-Mumble. -No, Ma, it’s okay. lt’s okay.

Let me tell something to you.

When l find out what’s happening to the fish…

…l’ll be back.

Let me through? Let me through.

-Mumble, you don’t have to go. -Let it be.

-Gloria. -No. No, Dad, this isn’t fair.

Gloria, listen to your father.

My folks were always putting him down

Down, down, down

They said he came From the wrong side of town

He came from the wrong side of town

They told me he was bad

So bad

-But I know he was sad -So sad

I’ll never forget him The leader of the pack

We sing the heart of our true friend, Mumble.

You are a nation of peeny-weeny, piffling, piccolini, piddly-diddly pouft!

Together, we prevail.

ln the wisdoms, we trust.

We trust.

Look out

Look out

Look out

Look

Don’t worry, tall guy. My father also called me a pitiful loser.

Look how l turn out.

You’re not helping, Ramón.

He gonna be okay. All he gotta do is find out what happened to the fish.

-How he gonna do that? -He think of something.

-The aliens. -What?

-l’m gonna talk to the aliens. -How you gonna find aliens?

-Lovelace. -He don’t like you. He don’t like you at all.

That’s okay. l’ll appeal to his better nature.

-How you gonna do that? -Cruel and unusual punishment?

-Unimaginable torture? -lmaginable torture?

-Your singing? -No!

Can anybody find me…

-You’re cracking the ice! -Avalanche!

Yes, okay. Thank you.

Lovelace. You there?

Lovelace!

Lovelace.

Lovelace?

ls this a bad time?

l know we don’t have an appointment, but–

Just one question and l want a straight answer.

Where do l find the mystic beings?

Why don’t he speak?

Lovelace, you okay?

-Boy, he’s possessed. -lt’s a seizure! lt’s a seizure!

-Open the beak. -Grab his tongue.

He’s choking. That thing around his neck, it’s too tight.

-Well, why didn’t you say so? -On three.

Stop! Listen! No! Amigos! Amigos! Stop!

-What? -You’re hurting him.

Any better?

Lovelace, how did you get that thing around your neck?

-lt was bestowed on him. -By the mystic beings.

-They didn’t bestow it? -No.

Oh, come on, he don’t know what he’s saying.

You were swimming and it just got caught around your neck.

Oh, no way. He the guru.

Lovelace, did you ever actually meet a mystic being?

Officially?

No.

l knew it! lt’s all a lie.

But this belongs to someone.

lf we could find them, l bet you they could take it off.

Show me where you found it. l’m sure they could help us. You and me both.

Two words, three syllables.

-What is it? -You’re dying?

No, no, wait. Past, past, your past life.

You’re passing gas.

Now he thinks he’s an elephant seal.

No, no, no. Go over the mountains.

-Go over the mountains! -Through the land of the elephant seals.

-Beyond the land of the elephant seals. -Beyond the land of the elephant seals!

-Wait. -What?

l hear voices.

-There is a voice. -Where?

-There’s a little voice on the wind. -Mumble!

-Mambo? -Mambo?

-Listen. -Mumble Happy Feet.

-Gloria? -Gloria!

Gloria?

Hey, you got a stalker. She’s obsessed with you, man.

l can’t believe it’s you.

Of course it’s me.

What are you doing here?

All the love in the world can’t be gone

All the need to be loved can’t be wrong

-Oh, my. -So which way, twinkletoes?

No, no, no. lf you come, you may never get back home.

Fine by me.

Gloria, you have a life back there. l don’t. l mean, we don’t. Not out here.

How can we keep an egg safe? That’s if we ever had an egg.

Well, l don’t need an egg to be happy.

You say that now, but what about later when all your friends have eggs?

Then l’ll have you.

Now he’s going to pledge his soul forever.

-Aw, Gloria. -Here it comes.

l’m a particular kind of guy, the kind of guy who needs his own space.

lt’s not you, it’s me.

l’m just not up for a serious relationship right now.

What he’s trying to do now is he’s pushing her away.

-Mumble. -Let’s watch.

No matter what you say or do, you’re stuck with me.

Oh, come on. As if you’re not totally thrilled that l’m here.

-Now she got him on the ropes. -See, right there is your problem.

You think you’re irresistible, don’t you?

l don’t care where you’re from, that’s got to hurt.

-Excuse me? -Gloria’s so gorgeous, Gloria’s so talented.

What?

Just because you can hit a few high notes.

You got a problem with my singing?

No, it’s perfectly fine.

-Fine? -lf you like that sort of thing.

-lt’s a little Nana Tootsie for my taste.

Ouch

What?

You know, showy, flashy, froufrou.

-Froufrou? -That’s right.

Ah, Coming from someone who thinks it’s cool to jig up and down really fast on the spot…

…like some twitchy idiot.

Ugh! You stubborn, hippity-hoppity fool!

Right back at you.

Ugh!

Amigo, that was a good thing you do.

She is going to be so much better off without you.

She is going to find a good, steady guy to comfort her…

…and love her up real good and raise a big family.

-Ramón. -And then she’s going to let herself go–

Ramón. He’s hurting. He’s hurting bad.

Oh, listen, listen, don’t hold it in or you explode. You got to let it out.

You just let it out. You let it out.

Everybody, turn away for a moment.

If she leave him now

She take away the biggest part of him

Ooo, ooo, ooo, ooo

Don’t, baby, please, don’t go

Please, guys.

No more singing.

Then she say to me, Enough, you are making me nauseous.

So l become silent, almost moody, and you know what she says?

You never share. You got to let it out.

-Ramón, come on. -Let it out. Let it out.

Stop it! Let it go.

-l never had a good relationship in my life. -Give him a hug. Give him a hug.

-l let it out! -There we go.

-l let it out. -l know. Get over it.

-Can you keep going? -Yeah.

-What’s that smell? -lt wasn’t me.

Hey, Fluffy, we’re following you. Get up here.

So these elephant seals, they’re not penguin eaters, are they?

l don’t know. l believe they are herbivores.

-What? -You know, kelp-suckers.

Here we go, Lovelace. Come on.

Jump in time. Jump in time.

-Okay, let’s do it. -Okay, okay, okay. Ready?

l can do this. l can do this. l got to trick myself.

Boy, look at that. What?

You blokes better be lost, because trespassing’s a crime.

-We’re just passing through. -Yeah. We’re with him.

Oh, You wouldn’t be heading over them distant hills…

…and through the blizzard country?

lf it’s the only way to the forbidden shore, yeah.

Crikey.

You might come face to face with an annihilator.

An alien annihilator?

Too right. Cut you up as soon as look at you.

Waste every living thing in their path.

Could they be annihilating the fish?

Every living thing.

Merciless, mate. Merciless.

Even if you’re a whopping great whale…

…they drag your sorry carcass ashore…

…dice you up, melt you down, and turn you into fun food.

One day you’re a big old whale…

…next minute…

…fun food.

Someone’s gotta stop them.

Oh, yeah? What’s gonna be your approach?

lf l could just talk to them.

Appeal to their better nature.

Beauty.

When that crafty little trick pays off, you be sure to let us know, won’t you?

All right, Lovelace, let’s go.

See you, Lovelace.

Your funeral, mate.

Oh, man!

-Push tight. -Okay.

Come on, guys. Let’s do it.

You can do it. Come on, push!

What’s that noise?

There’s no noise.

-No gasping. No wheezing. -Where’s Lovelace?

Sometimes a brave penguin will just slip away to die.

Do you think he went to a happy place?

-Probably. -No, no. l think he went this way.

Come on. Let’s go.

Lovelace!

Lovelace!

Hello?

ls there anyone there?

-No– No need to shout. -Somebody might hear you.

His feet don’t look too good.

-He rested here. -Now he’s on his belly!

-No, this way. -You don’t want to know what he did here.

-You’re right. -There he is. Lovelace!

-All right! Lovelace! -Lovelace!

-Oh, look at Lovelace. -We’re here.

-Are you okay? -Come on, man. Hang in there, buddy.

What is it?

Oh, look. There’s one for everyone.

Hang in there, Lovelace. l know they’re here somewhere.

-Why would they leave all this behind? -l don’t know.

Hey.

-Tell them we come in peace. -We come in peace!

-Lovelace. -Lovelace.

-Lovelace. -Oh, buddy, come on.

-Are you okay? -Hang in there, buddy.

-Oh, that’s not good. -Stay calm.

-Stay calm. -That’s not good.

-Okay, don’t stay calm! -Panic!

Oh, no, no!

-Oh, they’re making us appe-teasers. -They’re appe-teasing us!

We’re all gonna die.

Whatever you do, stay out of the water!

-Stay out of the water. -Don’t go in the water!

Lovelace, don’t go in the water!

Lovelace, hang in there!

Hang in there!

Get your dirty tongue off him!

No, no, no!

Stay out of the water!

-Mumble! -Mumble!

-They playing birdminton? -No, it’s a show. Dinner and a show.

Lovelace!

Rejoice!

Lovelace!

-Help! -Reach out!

Thank you, my brother, thank you!

l wasn’t scared! l wasn’t scared!

Oh, my beautiful brother, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you!

-Go, Lovelace! You the man! -Go, go, go, go, go!

Enough!

lt’s a bad day for you!

You dealing with Lovelace now!

-And my man, Mumble, here. -You tell them, Lovelace.

Begone, demon fish. Adios.

That’s right.

You hightail it back to your mamas.

-How did he do that? -Don’t make me come in the water.

l’ll come after your sons and daughters.

l’m gonna give you the bad eye.

A whole bunch of them.

They gonna rule the world.

lt’s gotta be them.

-lf it is, l don’t wanna know about it. -They don’t even know we exist.

Let me tell something to you.

This is the end of the road. lt’s over.

You did everything penguinly possible.

-You found the aliens. -We gonna testify to that.

We’ll tell your whole laughing-boy nation they were dead wrong about you.

Now, let’s all go back home. Right now.

Right on.

-Could l ask a favor of you? -Sure.

-What kind of favor? -Could you make sure Gloria’s okay?

-And my ma. -What?

And if you see Pa…

…tell him l tried.

Okay, what you talking about?

l’m gonna stop them taking our fish.

How you gonna do that, Mumble?

Adios, amigos!

Amigo! He did it.

You believe that?

How we gonna tell his mama he bring us all this way just to kill himself?

No. He didn’t. Look.

He loco maniac.

First ever flying flipper bird.

How tall you think that tall boy was?

Who could say? Taller than anyone.

Hey, it’s me, Lovelace…

…formerly known as guru.

l’m gonna be telling your story, Happy Feet…

…long after you dead and gone!

Hey! Hey!

Enraged by their indifference…

…he followed them long after they were gone from his sight.

He ventured further than any of us had gone before…

…beyond all hope of return.

Swept up by the great currents…

…he was carried endlessly across vast oceans…

…to worlds unknown.

Excuse me. What is this place?

You’re in heaven, Dave. Penguin heaven.

ls it anywhere near Emperor Land?

lt’s wherever you want it to be.

Try the water, Dave. lt’s really real.

I heard tell, when he finally saw aliens up close…

…they were just as the skua had described.

Excuse me. Why are you taking our fish?

Big, ugly penguins without feathers on their fat, flabby faces.

Why are you taking our fish? You’re kind of killing us out there.

No! No, wait!

Oh, my.

Hello. Hello from Emperor Land. Good afternoon.

Why are you taking our fish?

l’m sure you don’t mean to, but you’re causing an awful lot of grief.

Am l not making myself clear? l’m speaking plain penguin.

Penguin! Don’t you understand? You’re stealing our fish.

Oh, please, anyone, talk to me!

For pity’s sake, you’re stealing our F-l-S–

After three days, he would lose his voice.

After three months…

…he would all but lose his mind.

So you found the fish, baby.

Ma?

-Hi, sweetie. -Ma.

Fluffy, no matter what they say or do, we never stopped believing in you.

So you’ll be back soon, right?

Hey, come on. Let him eat.

Go ahead, Dave. Don’t mind us.

But there’s plenty for everyone.

lt’s okay, sugar. We can wait.

No, no, Ma! Ma!

There’s lots here. Ma!

Ma!

-Kids, you gotta see this. -He’s on now.

Hey! Hello!

-lsn’t that the fellow with the wacky feet? -Looks like.

-What was his name? -l thought he was dead.

-Everybody– -Apparently not.

Everybody, listen up! l’ve got big news.

l know who’s taking the fish!

-Yeah, and they took his brain. -lt’s the aliens.

-l made contact with them. -The lunatic is back.

The aliens are taking our fish.

Someone ought to fetch Noah and the elders.

Hey, you.

Gloria.

Kind of weird, seeing you again.

Yeah.

-Everything cool here, baby? -You remember Seymour.

Yeah. Hi, Seymour.

Yeah.

So which one is yours?

All of them.

This is our singing class. He teaches rhythm. l teach the blues.

-So you’re not–? -l guess l never heard the right song.

That’s great! l didn’t mean….

l found out who’s taking the fish.

They’re big and kind of ugly, but, Gloria…

…the things they can do. They’re coming here.

Oh, is that so?

They’ll be here soon. l think they wanna help us.

So now you speak with them?

Well, they don’t speak penguin, but they seem to respond to this.

-What’s he doing? -You gotta be kidding me.

l suggest we all do it. lt really gets their attention.

And why would it do that?

Beats me, but it works.

-Hey, it’s the hippity-hopper. -Freaky feet!

Boys, boys–

-Fluffy. -Tall guy.

-Stretch! -Amigo!

So you dare come back?

He says he’s found aliens and they’re taking our fish.

He says that they’re coming and we all have to do this.

There be no such thing as aliens!

Mumble, turn around.

lt’s a disease.

ls that from them?

Yeah. But don’t be afraid. l think it’s a way to find me, that’s all.

You led them here? You turned them on your own kind?

Wait a second, you just said there’s no such thing as aliens.

Well, there’s not.

But if there were, only a traitorous fool would bring them here.

But they have to come.

They’re the ones taking our fish. They can do something about it.

None but the Great 'Guin has the power to give and take away.

The Great 'Guin didn’t put things out of whack, the aliens did.

A fool returns this day to mock our suffering.

We are starving and he wants us to hippity-hop.

So do we hold fast to our ways…

…or do we bend to the fetid fantasies of a dancing fool?

Say, how does that feet thing go again?

Yeah, show us, Mumble.

Oh, it’s really quite easy.

No, no!

No, you must resist!

That’s right.

-Pointless nonsense. -Resist! Stand your ground!

Stand your ground against this folly!

Raise your voices, brothers.

Cry out in defiance of this jiggity-joggity!

Show me what you got.

You got it.

Come on.

Work, work it.

Yes, yes! Call on the wisdoms!

Let the world tremble!

For when all others leave…

…we remain!

Mumble! Mumble!

Mama? Amigos.

-Oh, Mama. -Oh, my boy.

-My gorgeous boy. -Oh, Mama.

-Look at him. -You’re so dazzling.

-Oh, Fluffy. -We waited and waited for you.

-Oh, yeah. -Where’s Pa?

Believe me. You don’t wanna see your deadbeat dad.

-Your pa is sort of…. -What?

Come on, l’ll show you.

Memphis?

Memphis?

Pa?

Mumble?

ls it truly you?

Every last bit of me, Pa.

l thought….

Pa?

There ain’t been one day…

…not one day, that l done right by you.

Oh, Pa.

Dance for him, Daddy.

Dance with your boy.

You’ll have to forgive me.

The music’s gone clean out of me.

No, it hasn’t.

lt’s just like singing with your body.

Come on, baby. We can do it.

Oh, Mama.

lt’s just one big old foot after the other.

That’s it.

Yeah.

-Yeah, see? -Well, that feels good.

You don’t have to be beautiful

Yeah, Memphis.

To turn me on

Daddy.

I just need your body, baby

From dusk till dawn

You don’t have to be rich to be my girl

You don’t have to be cool To rule my world

Ain’t no particular song I’m more compatible with

I just want your extra time and your…

Holy flock!

Mommy, Mommy, Mommy.

l think you better dance now.

First, there was just one. Now there’s thousands.

-Are they trying to tell us something? -What’s the problem?

-We’re messing with their food chain. -We’ve gotta do something.

-We suggest a ban on all marine harvesting. -Too much money. Too many jobs.

Why should we do anything at all?

They’re just a bunch of flightless birds at the bottom of the world.

l don’t wanna live in a world without penguins.

What are we gonna do about it?

Bang up the sign No Fishing.

ls equal to the love…

…you make.

Oh, baby. Right on.

Looking back on when I Was a little nappy-headed boy

It’s like a jungle sometimes

It makes me wonder How I keep from going under

Bring it on! Go ahead!

Even though we sometimes Would not get a thing

We were happy with The joy the day would bring

I wish those days Would come back once more

Come back those days, those days Come back, don’t go

Come here, babe. Come on back.

Come on back

-Come on back -Come on back

-Come on back -Come on back

I love them, I love them

I love them, I love them

Those days, those days Those days, those days

Those days

[ahmuteun]

All pleease

1. Who was the last person you held hands with?

Uuuuhhhhh n LOL whoops

2. Are you outgoing or shy?

Depends on the situation but I think I’m more on the shy side

3. Who are you looking forward to seeing?

heheHEEHEHEHEH LET’S NOT GO THERE

4. Are you easy to get along with?

I mean I think so but idk

5. If you were drunk would the person you like take care of you?

O boy

I mean he has the one time I died soooo

6. What kind of people are you attracted to?

Idfk man, I don’t have a type

7. Do you think you’ll be in a relationship two months from now?

LOL idk I’ll probably die single but I’ve been wrong before. H and t would probably say yes buT WE DON’T KNOW THE FUTURE NOW DO WE???

8. Who from the opposite gender is on your mind?

uuuuuuuuhhhhhhhhHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

9. Does talking about sex make you uncomfortable?

It depends on the context/ situation

10. Who was the last person you had a deep conversation with?

Uummmmm I’m not sure, it was probably h or n maybe??

11. What does the most recent text that you sent say?

“When do u wanna go?”

12. What are your 5 favorite songs right now?

Moonlit lilac sky - jas

You and me - yoon mi rae

Countless - shinee

All night - soyou

History - rich brian

13. Do you like it when people play with your hair?

Yeah it’s nice

14. Do you believe in luck and miracles?

Eeehhhhhh I guess I believe in luck but I do believe in miracles

15. What good thing happened this summer?

HAH

I mean I don’t know if I can list just one good thing that happened because, aside from all the drama and crap that went down, it was a good summer spent with people that I care about and created good memories with

16. Would you kiss the last person you kissed again?

I mean I plan on it so yes

17. Do you think there is life on other planets?

I do cause statistically speaking, it’s so unlikely that we’re the only living things in the universe, even if it’s just tiny little microbes

18. Do you still talk to your first crush?

Nah, I hardly ever spoke to him cause I was a shy little third grader LOL

19. Do you like bubble baths?

I don’t like baths at all lmao

20. Do you like your neighbors?

I mean I only talked to one of them but he seems chill so sure

21. What are your bad habits?

Procrastinating and making bad decisions™

22. Where would you like to travel?

Korea, but I still wanna go to Canada for spring break. Or just visit New York

23. Do you have trust issues?

Yep LOL

24. Favorite part of your daily routine?

Idk I don’t think I have a favorite part

25. What part of your body are you most uncomfortable with?

Most of it LOL but specifically my belly and arms/ shoulders

26. What do you do when you wake up?

Wonder why I woke up before my alarm or snooze my alarm LOL

27. Do you wish your skin was lighter or darker?

I’m already super pale and I’m fine with that so neither

28. Who are you most comfortable around?

My best buds: jen, cat, h, n, and t

29. Have any of your ex’s told you they regret breaking up?

Oof I mean I don’t really have one so nah

30. Do you ever want to get married?

Let’s cross that bridge when/ if we get there LOL

31. If your hair long enough for a pony tail?

I would cry if it wasn’t

32. Which celebrities would you have a threesome with?

Idk man I can’t be bothered to figure out two celebrities I would want to bang

33. Spell your name with your chin.

No

34. Do you play sports? What sports?

HAH no

35. Would you rather live without TV or music?

Tv, easily

36. Have you ever liked someone and never told them?

O yeah

37. What do you say during awkward silences?

Idk I guess I just try to keep the conversation going however I can

38. Describe your dream girl/guy?

I don’t have one

39. What are your favorite stores to shop in?

Forever21, h&m, idk that’s it I think

40. What do you want to do after high school?

I’m already in college so

41. Do you believe everyone deserves a second chance?

No, it depends on the situation

42. If your being extremely quiet what does it mean?

It depends lmao wot

43. Do you smile at strangers?

Depends

44. Trip to outer space or bottom of the ocean?

Space cause that’s probably safer

Wait no, bottom of the ocean and I can just fuckin die LOL

45. What makes you get out of bed in the morning?

The fact that I have shit I need to do

46. What are you paranoid about?

People finding out my secrets I guess??? Or something happening to the people I care about

47. Have you ever been high?

Nah, I mean I was once I got my wisdom teeth out but I don’t think that counts lol

48. Have you ever been drunk?

Yep LOL

Side note: my tolerance is not what it used to be :c

49. Have you done anything recently that you hope nobody finds out about?

I mean people are already finding out so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

50. What was the colour of the last hoodie you wore?

HAHAHA pink lmao

51. Ever wished you were someone else?

Maybe when I was younger but not anymore

52. One thing you wish you could change about yourself?

My body/ weight lmao

53. Favourite makeup brand?

Idk, I have a lot of tarte stuff so probably tarte

54. Favourite store?

Foverver21 probably

55. Favourite blog?

Idk I don’t have one

56. Favourite colour?

Blue

57. Favourite food?

KOREAN FOOD

58. Last thing you ate?

A sandwich

59. First thing you ate this morning?

A banana pancake

60. Ever won a competition? For what?

Idk I don’t think so

61. Been suspended/expelled? For what?

No, I’m a fuckin pansy

62. Been arrested? For what?

nOPE

63. Ever been in love?

I thought I was at one point but looking back, no

64. Tell us the story of your first kiss?

It’s honestly v underwhelming and not worth telling

65. Are you hungry right now?

I’m rlly full rn but h wants to go get pho with n later so hopefully by then I will be lmao

66. Do you like your tumblr friends more than your real friends?

Nah, I don’t think I ever could cause my real friends have done so much for me

67. Facebook or Twitter?

Twitter

68. Twitter or Tumblr?

Idk both cause I use both

69. Are you watching tv right now?

Nah I’m watching youtube

70. Names of your bestfriends?

Jen, cat, h, n, and t

71. Craving something? What?

BOBA FUCK

72. What colour are your towels?

White

72. How many pillows do you sleep with?

Two if I’m at my own apartment LOL wot

73. Do you sleep with stuffed animals?

Nah

74. How many stuffed animals do you think you have?

Like three?? I had more but my mom got rid of them :c

75. Favourite animal?

My bb duke

76. What colour is your underwear?

Black

77. Chocolate or Vanilla?

Vanilla I think? It depends

78. Favourite ice cream flavour?

I’m too indecisive to have a flavor lmao

79. What colour shirt are you wearing?

Black

80. What colour pants?

Black LOL

81. Favourite tv show?

Grey’s anatomy

How to get away with murder

Brooklyn 99

Criminal minds

Idk there’s probably more but I can’t think of them

82. Favourite movie?

I have too many

The prestige

Star wars

Indiana jones

83. Mean Girls or Mean Girls 2?

I never saw the second one so

84. Mean Girls or 21 Jump Street?

I never saw jump street lmao

85. Favourite character from Mean Girls?

I don’t have one

86. Favourite character from Finding Nemo?

I dunno, squirt was cute

87. First person you talked to today?

N LOL

88. Last person you talked to today?

Wait it was also probably n LOL

89. Name a person you hate?

I don’t hate anyone

90. Name a person you love?

My brothers

91. Is there anyone you want to punch in the face right now?

yES O MY GOD

92. In a fight with someone?

No not really???

93. How many sweatpants do you have?

Like one lmao

94. How many sweaters/hoodies do you have?

Well sweaters idk but I own like two hoodies but idk where one of them is soooo

95. Last movie you watched?

Uhhh venom I think?

96. Favourite actress?

Idk I don’t have one

97. Favourite actor?

See above

98. Do you tan a lot?

I’m called “ghost” for a reason so no LOL

99. Have any pets?

Yep

100. How are you feeling?

Very full lmao

101. Do you type fast?

I mean I can type at a relatively quick speed

102. Do you regret anything from your past?

Yep LOL

103. Can you spell well?

No not really lmao, but I’m not completely awful at it

104. Do you miss anyone from your past?

Uh, I mean if I can’t think of anyone I guess I don’t

105. Ever been to a bonfire party?

Nah

106. Ever broken someone’s heart?

LOL I mean apparently

107. Have you ever been on a horse?

Yeah

108. What should you be doing?

Going home and getting ready

109. Is something irritating you right now?

I mean kind of

110. Have you ever liked someone so much it hurt?

Uh no?

111. Do you have trust issues?

Wasn’t I asked this already??

112. Who was the last person you cried in front of?

Everyone at tsdon lmao

113. What was your childhood nickname?

Uhhh “court” or “court court” as Jonathan would say lol

114. Have you ever been out of your province/state?

Ye, I go to school out of state

115. Do you play the Wii?

Not really anymore

116. Are you listening to music right now?

Still watching youtube lol

117. Do you like chicken noodle soup?

Ye

118. Do you like Chinese food?

Ye, I really want egg drop soup

119. Favourite book?

Idk man

120. Are you afraid of the dark?

Nah

121. Are you mean?

I mean I like to think that I’m generally a nice person or I try to be

122. Is cheating ever okay?

On tests/ assignments, sure. On people, no

123. Can you keep white shoes clean?

I just wash them lol

124. Do you believe in love at first sight?

No cause I’m not a fuckin idiot lmao

125. Do you believe in true love?

Idfk man

126. Are you currently bored?

Meh I’m not that bored

127. What makes you happy?

Spending time with my mates/ loved ones

128. Would you change your name?

Probably not

129. What your zodiac sign?

Gemini woooo

130. Do you like subway?

Ye

131. Your bestfriend of the opposite sex likes you, what do you do?

HAH jokes on u, he used to but I already rejected his bitchass

He’s still one of my best friends tho, I’m really glad to have met him

Holy shit, that was like around this time last year woah

132. Who’s the last person you had a deep conversation with?

Didn’t I answer this too???

133. Favourite lyrics right now?

The lyrics from moonlit lilac sky by jas, you and me by yoon mi rae, and honestly by eric nam

134. Can you count to one million?

I mean I could but I don’t want to

135. Dumbest lie you ever told?

I dunno I can’t recall rn

136. Do you sleep with your doors open or closed?Open cause the ac unit is in the other room

137. How tall are you?

5’2, I’m smol

138. Curly or Straight hair?

My hair is straight/ kinda wavy

But if u mean preference then idk I don’t have one

139. Brunette or Blonde?

I don’t have a preference

140. Summer or Winter?

Winter, I hate the heat

141. Night or Day?

I like both

142. Favourite month?

Any fall or spring months

143. Are you a vegetarian?

Hell no lmao

144. Dark, milk or white chocolate?

I like dark and milk

145. Tea or Coffee?

TEA cause I’m a little bitch and I don’t like the taste of coffee

146. Was today a good day?

Yeah, I mean I hated working out but it was still a good day

147. Mars or Snickers?

I’m not crazy about either

148. What’s your favourite quote?

Idk, the quotes I used to really like don’t really apply anymore

149. Do you believe in ghosts?

Yes, cause I am one LOL

150. Get the closest book next to you, open it to page 42, what’s the first line on that page?

I’m in the study section of the library and I can’t be bothered to go find a book in the stacks so I’ll pass lmao

[semi-sketchy]

How long and why are you gluten free?

I think it's been about 4 years now. I've had stomach problems since I was a baby, but it got real bad around early 2017, probably because getting my wisdom teeth removed fucked up my neck and jaw real bad (not to mention my workplace was abusive and I was getting exposed to a lot of strong chemicals. Fuckers were like "it's fine to mix bleach just fan out the room so your eyes don't sting as bad." Once we came back and there was a mouse wondering around half dead and that still didn't get it through to them). So my doctor tried a few different things with me. What helped the most was putting me on a supplement to help regulate blood sugar levels, (wanna add I am not diabetic) but when that stopped working he told me to cut out gluten and dairy for a bit.

He was very anti-gluten and gluten free himself, so it wasn't much of a surprise. When I went back to gluten and dairy I had problems again, which no one really listened to me when I said I was pretty sure milk was the big issue and gluten wasn't, but I was so sick at that point I just followed what he said and eliminated them both. From there it was just more patterns of oh, this food now makes me sick for some reason, cut it out. So bananas, chocolate and store-bought eggs (farm fresh are okay for some reason) are now also off the table. Apples scared me for a little bit but they're okay. Sometimes I just get random flare ups from food I always eat and I can't explain why.

I don't particularly think I have a problem with gluten, but at this point I'm too afraid to try it again or any food I've had to push aside. No taste is worth being sick as a dog for days and taking a good week to recover. So many people have said to me "oh I'd never be able to give up X!" like clearly you've never been sick enough.

But, the doctor that was working with me retired, don't have the cash to see another one and the flare ups are so inconsistent it'd be near impossible to keep a regular job, so...I've kinda accepted this is my life at this point. I miss chocolate and banana bread.

[bettername2come]

The Nights You’ll Never Remember With the Friends You’ll Never Forget 1/?

My Westallen Hangover AU

Also posted here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/12299736

Cisco had mocked them when they had first brought up the idea of a joint bachelor/bachelorette party. But as Iris and Barry had pointed out, they’d walked through most of their lives so far together and would be walking through the rest of it side by side. It seemed silly to split up for this one night. Besides, they basically had the same set of friends.

Oliver and Felicity had come in from Star City. Diggle had claimed he wasn’t able to find a sitter, but nobody really bought that excuse, especially as there were three other members of Team Arrow in Star City that night.

Kara had come in from Earth-38 for the occasion. She ran straight at Barry when she jumped through the portal into the West-Allen living room. “I’m so happy for you guys!” She hugged Barry tightly, releasing him quickly when she heard something snap. “Sorry! I’m just so excited. I mean, how often do superheroes actually get happily ever after?”

Barry gave her a puzzled look. “So you and Mon-El…”

Kara sighed, holding up her hand. “Don’t even ask.”

Iris smiled. “Well, we’re glad you could make it. Every other invitation we sent out to alternate dimensions got a ‘no.’”

“Jesse said she was stuck solving a problem on Earth-2, but she promises she’ll be here for the big day.”

“Gypsy made no such promise,” Cisco said. “She just said no.”

“So that whole ‘my girlfriend lives in another dimension’ thing,” Felicity said. “That doesn’t kill the relationship?”

“Kill?” Wally asked. “No. Pain in the ass? Yes.”

“Same.”

Iris slid an arm around Barry’s waist and looked up at him. “And that is why I am so glad to have you back home, babe.”

“I’ll always come home to you,” Barry said, leaning down for a kiss.

“Are they always this adorable?” Kara asked Caitlin.

“Pretty much,” Caitlin said. “At least when there aren’t any psychopaths standing in their way.”

“All right, y’all, let’s get this party started,” Cisco said. He reached for the bottle of champagne in the ice bucket and began filling glasses, passing them to their assorted friends. “A toast. To the bride and groom. Iris, from the moment you walked into STAR Labs and began questioning every single one of Caitlin’s medical credentials, I knew that whatever this relationship was (and let’s face it, those early phases were very confusing to the uninitiated), it was one of the strongest I had ever seen. To Iris and Barry and a love that transcends comas, life, death and dimensions.” Cisco looked around at the crowd. “Anybody else wanna go? I mean, I don’t think anyone’s going to top that, but you’re welcome to try.”

“I’ll give it a shot,” Oliver said, stepping forward. “Three years ago, when Barry first got his powers I gave him a few words of wisdom. The first, that he could be better than me; that he could inspire people. Watching over his city like a guardian angel. And I look around and see the people he’s inspired.” Oliver nodded towards Wally and Cisco. “The heroes who’ve stepped up in his city. And I’m happy to say that I was right. Barry Allen has not failed this city, or this world. The second thing I told him was that guys like us don’t get the girl.” His eyes slid over to Felicity for a fraction of a second before he turned them back towards the happy couple. “And, well, Barry completely disregarded that piece of information and here we are today celebrating the love that they have fought for. So, here’s to Barry for knowing which piece of advice to listen to and which was completely wrong and to Iris, the hero who saves The Flash. Because flaws and all, we still need him. Congratulations to the happy couple.”

They all clinked their glasses together to a chorus of “cheers.”

Twelve Hours Later

When Iris woke up, her first thought, before she even opened her eyes, was ugh, I am never drinking again. She could not remember the last time she had had a headache this bad. No, wait, yes, she could. Junior year of college when spring break had coincided with Barry’s twenty-first birthday and they had drank their way through every bar in Coast City. Of course, at least that time she had known she wouldn’t be facing the hangover alone. “God, Bear, I would kill for your ‘can’t get drunk’ superpower right now.”

She got no response.

Iris groaned. “Oh, come on, babe. Wake up. I need you to get me that bacon, egg and cheese thing from that place in Coast City. With the hashbrowns. And orange juice.” She reached a hand out to shake Barry awake, but froze when she made contact. That shoulder wasn’t nearly as sharp as it should’ve been. Iris’s eyes snapped open in panic, only to squeeze them tight again as the light sent a sharp pain through her skull. But the brief glimpse she got was enough to calm her rapidly beating heart. She reached out again, finding a mass of tangled curls. “Cisco! Wake up!”

Cisco stirred beneath her hand. “Ugh. Five more minutes, Mamá.”

Iris forced here eyes open and shook Cisco once more. “Not your mom, Cisco. It’s Iris.”

Cisco sat up, closing his eyes just as Iris had. “Iris? What the hell happened last night?”

Iris shook her head, immediately regretting the decision. “No idea. Last thing I remember was Oliver giving his toast and the next thing I know I’m waking up next to the wrong superhero.”

Cisco snorted. “Yeah, you’re not the only one. Look down.”

Iris glanced down to see a bright red S emblazoned on her chest. She jumped to her feet, studying the rest of her outfit. “I’m wearing a Supergirl costume! Why am I wearing a Supergirl costume?!”

Cisco rose to his feet coming around the bed. He reached his hand out for the cape, running the leathery material between his fingers. “I don’t think this is a costume. I’m pretty sure it’s the real deal. In which case, there are so many tests I would like to run.”

Iris swatted his hand away. “We are not testing Kara’s cape. We need to talk to Kara or Barry. They’ll know what happened, right? They can’t get drunk.”

“Which is usually the downside to their superpower combo platters,” Cisco said. “But I’d definitely be up for a trade right now.”

“Where’s my phone?” Iris said, running her hands over the fabric of the suit. “And why doesn’t this thing have pockets?” She checked under the covers, but had no luck.

Cisco reached into the pocket of his jacket. “Yahtzee! Okay, I have eleven new texts and three voicemails.” He put his phone on speaker and hit play.

Joe’s voice came through loud and clear. “Why aren’t any of you answering your damn phones? I’ve got half the precinct ready to shoot the superheroes on sight. Meet me at STAR Labs.”

Joe again. “Is Caitlin evil again? And why the hell is Supergirl working with her? Call me back. Now.”

Felicity’s message was barely understandable through her slurred words. “Viiiiiibbe. Did you find him yet? Iris is freaking out.”

“I am not freaking out!” Iris yelled in the background.

“Okay, Iris is totally calm in reaction and just looking for a status update.”

“If he is trapped in the Speed Force again, I swear I am gonna kick the Speed Force’s ass!” Iris yelled.

“I don’t think you can actually kick a force of nature’s ass,” Felicity said. “All right, so if you could just call. Or teleport. Whenever you know something. That’d be great. All right. Bye.”

Cisco looked back at Iris. “What does that mean?”

“I don’t know,” Iris said. “Call Barry. Or Felicity. Not my dad. I don’t want to talk to him until I get an idea of what happened last night.”

Cisco tried Barry and the call went to voicemail. He shook his head and tried Felicity’s number. She answered on the third ring. “If this is not an emergency, I swear to God, Cisco, I will freeze your assets.”

“Well, okay, do you call having absolutely no memory of last night an emergency, or should I just hang up now?”

Felicity sat up, studying her surroundings. “Okay, that does sound like a problem.” She rubbed her head. “A pretty familiar one, actually. I have no idea how I got up here.”

“Up where?”

“I’m on a roof. In Central City. I think it might be Jitters.” She walked over to the door and tugged on the handle. It didn’t budge. “Who locks a door on a roof? On second, there are flying metahumans in this town. Good call.”

“I’ll be there in a second. Hold on.” Cisco threw out his hand and tried to summon the swirling blue vortex that had become second nature to him to no avail. “Uh, Houston, we have a problem.”

“What? Your powers have to work you just – “ Iris threw out her hand in imitation of Cisco’s powers and her eyes widen in shock. “My engagement ring is gone!”

“Iris, as much as I would love to be freaked out by your missing jewelry, it’s having a little trouble competing with the terror of ‘my powers aren’t working’ right now!”

Iris glared at him. “I’m sure your powers will come back as soon as this hangover from hell goes away, but right now I would like to know where my engagement ring is. Preferably before I find my fiancé, so I don’t have to explain to him that I lost his great-grandmother’s engagement ring.”

“Hey, guys? Felicity here. Still trapped on a roof. Just saying.”

“We’ll be there,” Cisco said. “Just not as soon as I thought.” Cisco hung up the phone before Felicity could say anything else. He turned back to Iris. “All right, follow the trail. The last thing we remember from last night is Oliver’s toast.”

“Then we should find out what the hell it was we drank.” Iris marched back over to the kitchen table, where the empty bottle of champagne sat. An ivory card sat in an envelope next to it.

“It was a gift?” Cisco asked. “I didn’t even notice that last night.”

“Yeah, me neither.” Iris pulled the card from its envelope and read the message aloud. “’To the nights you’ll never remember with the friends you’ll never forget. After all you’ve been through, you deserve a break. Best wishes to the happy couple. Love, The Music Meister.’”

Cisco sighed. “You know, I am really starting to hate this dick.”